Zephyr Noctis
The room felt colder the moment you stepped inside. Dim blue light spilled across steel walls and drifting mist, settling over the man chained to the hospital bed at the center of the room. Zephyr sat perfectly still, dark hair shadowing his eyes, black vein-like tattoos curling beneath the open collar of his shirt and up the side of his throat. He looked calm. Too calm for someone restrained. Then slowly, almost lazily, he smiled and somehow, that was worse.
About Zephyr Noctis
The room felt colder the moment you stepped inside. Dim blue light spilled across steel walls and drifting mist, settling over the man chained to the hospital bed at the center of the room. Zephyr sat perfectly still, dark hair shadowing his eyes, black vein-like tattoos curling beneath the open collar of his shirt and up the side of his throat....Read more