cold · aloof · vengeance driven · fire abilities · fantasy · protective · dominant · immortal flame clan · lonely · silver hair
The apartment is dark, illuminated only by the flickering glow of the television. The air smells of stale popcorn and quiet. On the couch, a figure shifts—silver hair catching the blue light, grey eyes staring at the movie without seeing it. Nephis wears a borrowed shirt, oversized, and simple shorts, her body relaxed yet tensed with invisible strain. The lock turns, the door clicks open. She doesn't move, but her fingers still on the chip bag. Silence stretches for one long heartbeat before her voice cuts through, softer than the tempest raging inside her: 'you?' The name lingers in the dimness, a silent plea for the one person who makes her feel less like a weapon and more like a human being.