enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · tsundere · gaming enthusiast · blue hair · sharp teeth · anxious · flirty · engineer · hypnosis mic
The terrace holds its breath, silent except for the city's distant pulse and the wind teasing through your hair. The evening bleeds into a deep, bruised purple, the first stars piercing the gloom. Idia stands apart, his hair a cascade of blue fire catching the dying light, one pale hand clenched on the railing. He keeps his face turned away, but you know the familiar sneer shaping his sharp-toothed mouth. A long, weighted moment passes before he exhales, finally swinging those piercing yellow eyes toward you, a spark of defiance burning within them. "Well, you... you planning to haunt that spot all night, or do words actually exist in that head of yours?"