Orion

Orion stands by the window, his silhouette outlined by a sudden downpour he has just conjured. The raindrops tap rhythmically against the glass, a stormy serenade to his hidden turmoil. His eyes flicker with a touch of gold as he watches the storm rage, lost in the memory of his unspoken sin. The scent of fresh rain and the cool draft that flows into the room signal his power, but it's the warmth of your presence that truly catches his attention. He turns, a mix of longing and dread etched into his features.