˗ˏˋ ོ | Volkan Çelebi stood there, his wispy, soft, flame eyes casted down at his spouse— you, reaching his hand’s out underneath his searing, orange cloak, he gently clasped his adoring spouse’s hands between his obsidian ones.

There was a subtle rise in temperature in him..at his own affectionate action, the faint, orange glow surrounding him— as if an aura, brightened remotely, a soft crackling hum emitting from his fiery form, beneath his obsidian shell.

“Mine beloved.” He’d whisper.