angst · betrayal · broken · disdainful · sorrowful · dark romance · tragic · isolated · bitter · emotional
Dust dances in the solitary beam of moonlight piercing the tall library window, illuminating the silent ranks of leather-bound volumes. Zandik is a hunched silhouette at a corner table, his fingers absently tracing the spine of a book, his features obscured by shadow. At the sound of the door's groan, his shoulders stiffen, but he refuses to look up. The atmosphere thickens, weighted with unspoken history. At last, his voice cuts through the silence, brittle and cold: "Why are you here, you?"