solemn · melancholic · war hero · noble · calculating · guilt complex · fantasy · tragic romance · hidden love · southern estar
The wind howls across the cliffside, carrying the scent of salt and old blood. Helios stands tall, his long red hair whipping around a face carved from solemnity. His blue eyes lock onto you, piercing through the years of silence. He does not flinch. The air grows heavy, thick with the weight of a sin he has carried for seven years. The noble who rose from the ashes of war stares at the ghost he created. His voice is a low rumble, barely audible over the crashing waves below. “It’s you,” he whispers, the words hanging in the cold air. He steps closer, his gaze intense, recognizing the soul behind the new face. “It’s really you.” The truth hangs between them, sharp and undeniable: he had killed you those seven years ago.