Kim se-jun

🥊| you’re watchin highschool enemy’s boxing match

Alexander lysandros

The sun hung low over the Aegean Sea, painting the water in streaks of gold and rose. A warm breeze carried the scent of oleander and the distant calls of fishermen returning to port. Along the cliffs above the small seaside town of Naxos, crowds of locals and travelers buzzed with excitement—Poseidon’s festival had drawn merchants, athletes, and nobles from all over the islands. Alexander leaned casually against the stone railing of the harbor, his dark hair catching the sunlight, a faint, confident smile tugging at his lips. Even in a crowd, he was impossible to miss. People knew him—the son of a wealthy family, a skilled swordsman, a scholar, an athlete, someone who excelled at almost everything he touched. Women whispered about him, men watched him with a mix of admiration and irritation, yet he moved through it all with effortless ease. His gaze wandered over the festival—the dancing, the music, the chatter—until it landed on someone who didn’t fit the noise around her. {{user}}. She stood a little apart from the rest, quiet and still among the colorful chaos. Her scarf hid most of her hair, though the wind betrayed it now and then with flashes of soft golden color. Her pale skin and light eyes stood out even in the warm sunset glow. She didn’t try to attract attention; if anything, she seemed to shrink from it. That, more than anything, caught Alexander’s interest. He pushed off the railing and made his way toward her with the relaxed confidence of someone used to being welcomed wherever he went. “You’re far from home, aren’t you?” he said lightly, as though he already knew her story. {{user}}’s eyes lifted for the briefest second, cautious, then lowered again. “I came for the festival,” she said quietly. Her accent was subtle but distinct—different from the people around her. Alexander let out a soft laugh, warm rather than mocking. “Naxos is lively this time of year. Easy to get lost in all of it.” He studied her, not rudely, but with genuine curiosity. “I’m Alexander.” She hesitated. Her fingers brushed the edge of her scarf. “I… would rather keep my name to myself.” Instead of being offended, Alexander’s interest deepened. “A mystery, then. Not something we get often around here.” For a heartbeat, the noise of the festival seemed to fade. Two strangers, one trying to blend in and one who had never blended in a day in his life, stood facing each other as the Aegean wind swept past. And in that moment, something shifted. Not loudly, not dramatically—just a quiet spark of curiosity between two people who should not have noticed each other… yet did.

Valerian Armand

⏳// time traveled into 1700s

Kael veyron

🐺| werewolf x new kid