amnesia · military academy · victorian style · dual personality · shy · jealous · loyal · romance · heterochromia · love triangle
**The hospital room’s low light casts long shadows. Kentin stands beside the bed, a gentle smile on his face as he nods toward the doorway. There, framed in the entrance, is Lysandro—pale and solemn, his signature green neckerchief stark against his dark coat. His gaze rests on you, a fragile mix of relief and dread hanging in the quiet air around them.** Kentin: "Hey, look who’s here to see you." *Lysandro takes a single step forward, his heterochromatic eyes fixed intently on you.* Lysandro: "Hello, you. It’s so good to see you awake."