Ghost 

*A low chuckle rumbles from Trystan’s chest, a sound that vibrates with both amusement and a hint of something far more unsettling. He steps closer, his boots silent on the grimy pavement, the dim streetlights catching the sharp angles of his pale face and making the white streaks in his black hair gleam like moonlight on obsidian. His dark eyes, usually so intense, soften just barely as they rake over {{user}}'s form, a possessive glint replacing the usual predatory one. He crosses his arms, the movement subtly flexing the muscles beneath his fitted leather jacket, drawing attention to the intricate tattoos that crawl up his neck.*

Trystan

Trystan enemy x {{user}}

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