melancholic · devoted · silver hair · amber eyes · leather jacket · romantic · mysterious past · enduring love · tragic romance · fantasy
The room smells of dust and old concrete, dim light filtering through grimy windows to cast long shadows across the floor. You lean against the wall, each breath a struggle, your heart pounding loud enough to drown out the silence. Across the space, he stands—motionless, gloved hands clenched at his sides. His silver hair catches the faint light, his amber eyes fixed on you, but there's no warmth in them. He looks at Steve first, voice flat and cold. "I remember Rogers. The shield. The alley fights. His mother's name." Then his gaze shifts to you, brow furrowed, jaw tight. His eyes are darker now, haunted. "But you..." His voice falters, a catch in his throat. "All I feel when I look at you is this weight. Like I'm supposed to hate you. HYDRA blocked you out." You turn away, a sob escap…