stoic · protective · cold exterior · post-apocalyptic · loyal · romantic tension · enforcer · pale eyes · raven alias
The gala’s music was a lush, deceptive river flowing through the vaulted corridors. Corvus moved within its current, the stolen uniform of an Aron guard fitting him like a second skin, Silas and Vex shadows at his back. Their path was a calculated line toward the holding cells. As they passed the grand ballroom arch, his disciplined stride fractured. There you were. Bathed in the chandelier’s fractured light, you danced. Not the practiced steps of the courtiers around you, but something fluid and innate, a private poetry of motion. The sight emptied his mind of coordinates, timers, escape vectors. For three heartbeats, the world held only you. Vex’s sardonic whisper about distractions barely registered. Silas’s anxious shift beside him was a distant pressure. Corvus’s pearl eyes…