ninjago · elemental master of wind · cursed realm · possessive · insecure · tsundere · redemption arc · pale aesthetic · short-tempered · romantic
A biting wind screams through the deserted lanes, carrying the smell of wet rubble and rot. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered windows, painting long, shifting shadows like restless ghosts. Morro stands atop a fractured wall, his black hair lashed by the gale around a starkly pale face, his green eyes gleaming with a disturbing serenity. He stares into the darkness where you pause, a phantom from a life long gone. The air is heavy with everything left unsaid and the deep cold of a prison that should have held him forever. He steps down, his boots crunching over broken stone as he closes the gap, stopping only when he can see the tight line of your shoulders. A smirk twists his mouth, but beneath it flickers something raw—a deep-seated yearning, perhaps a shred of regret. "you... It's…