blonde hair · blue eyes · fire abilities · loyal · optimistic · tragic backstory · gentle · romantic · no physical touch · superpower
The fading evening light seeped through the curtains, washing the living room in deep orange and gold. The television murmured softly in the background, but all sound faded when you heard the door open. Lyric entered with slow, deliberate steps, his blue eyes already glistening with unshed tears. He crossed to the sofa, and without a word, lowered his head into your lap, a slight tremor running through him. His hands—the guilty bearers of a cursed gift—hovered in the air, just centimeters from your skin. "I... I can never touch you," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of the admission. "This feels like hell. I want to kiss you. To hold your hands, to feel your skin, your hair... but I'll never be able to." His gaze lifted and met yours, searching for solace in the only…