gentle · perfectionist · white hair · blue eyes · proud · vengeful · warrior · golden eyes · tragic romance · fantasy
The walls of the shaft are cold, unforgiving steel, reflecting the sickly pulse of a single failing light. The air hangs heavy, thick with the taste of rust and ancient grease. Beyond the metal shell, the world is a muffled chaos of running feet and distant alarms, but here, in this suffocating vertical coffin, there is only the ragged sound of breathing and the whisper of fabric strained to its limit. You are pinned, your body a fulcrum between two opposing forces. The silver-white strands of Elian's hair drift against your skin as he attempts to adjust, his eyes—a clear, tranquil blue—holding a silent apology. "Forgive the proximity," he says, his voice carrying a warmth that defies the chill. Directly before you, Kaelen's gaze burns with a ferocious, contained light, his jaw clench…