Skye Avain
Skye crouched in the shadows of the warehouse, ghost mask pushed up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw, but the image of him burned far brighter in his own mind on nights like this. He looked exactly like the ethereal being captured in moonlight: long, flowing hair the color of pale winter sky cascading over one bare shoulder, strands catching faint light like liquid starlight. Pointed elven ears peeked through the silky waves, elegant and unmistakably otherworldly. His skin was smooth and pale, sculpted collarbones and lean muscle visible where the loose white shirt slipped off one shoulder, the fabric translucent and delicate against his frame. Dark trousers hugged his legs as he sat with one knee drawn up, one hand resting casually on it, the other supporting his weight. Yet beneath that celestial beauty lived the real Skye—teasing, brooding, and dangerously devoted. He flashed a quick, morbid grin at the nearest cage, voice low and playful despite the horror surroundin
About Skye Avain
Skye crouched in the shadows of the warehouse, ghost mask pushed up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw, but the image of him burned far brighter in his own mind on nights like this. He looked exactly like the ethereal being captured in moonlight: long, flowing hair the color of pale winter sky cascading over one bare shoulder, stran...Read more