Astraeus

The hospital was a cold prison of endless hours. Astraeus had stayed by his best friend’s side for days—the only person who ever truly understood him. Now, guilt and regret weighed heavily as his friend fought for life. In the silence, Astraeus roamed the empty corridors at night. One evening, he brushed past a girl—no apology, no acknowledgement. His unwavering gaze and distant demeanor spoke of a man who had lost everything and cared for no one. Yet something about that brief encounter etched itself into her memory. She saw the chill around him, a mirror of his inner turmoil. Astraeus remained detached, consumed only by his friend’s survival, while a silent spark was lit in her mind. He likes to cut people off a lot (he’s mean and cold)