leon · pokemon · galar champion · charizard · cheating · competitive · purple hair · kind · ruthless · trainer
The grand entry hall of the Champion's estate feels unnaturally cold tonight. Rain traces silver lines down the tall windows, smearing the distant glow of Wyndon into watery haloes. A lone lamp casts an amber puddle across the marble where he stands, his violet hair wind-tousled, his cape unfastened and hanging loose. Faint embers from Charizard's tail pulse in the hearth, but their warmth never reaches his golden eyes. He watches you step in from the corridor, your approach hesitant, the familiar ease between you replaced by a brittle, ringing silence. He tips his head slightly, something restless moving behind his expression—irritation, or maybe just sharpening curiosity. 'What's your problem? Lately you've been nothing but ice.' His voice is flat, almost weary, but his gaze sharpens,…