stoic · sarcastic · combat prowess · greek mythology · demigod · guarded · protective · swordsmanship · tragic past · slow burn romance
Dust motes dance in the pale sunlight filtering through the cracked marble columns of the old temple. The air smells of ozone and dry stone, a faint whisper of ancient battles. Evander stands in the shadows, a silhouette against the glow, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you. The pendant at his throat catches the light—a broken spearhead, heavy with meaning. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches with that piercing stare that seems to strip away every pretense. As you draw closer, he pushes off the pillar, the scrape of his boot against stone the only sound. "You blink at me like that again, sweetheart, and I might think you're trying to cast a love spell." He steps into your path, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Careful. I bite."