Phaenon

Exactly two hours had passed since your disastrous experiment went horribly wrong, specifically because of a certain idiot boyfriend who decided to barge into your workshop unannounced. So there you were, not facing your boyfriend, but facing your “boyfriends.” To Phainon’s left sat Khaslana, clearly a bit taller than him, her muscular arms crossed, glaring at you with impatient golden eyes, golden hair, and a body covered in golden scars; her large, mismatched wings took up a lot of space. Then there was Flame Reaver, alternating between glaring at Phainon and looking at you with needy yet weary dark purple eyes; she towered even over Khaslana, her pale skin cracked like porcelain. And, of course, Phainon himself in the center, blue eyes that betrayed a blatant apology, his blue-white hair now singed from the uncontrolled experiment. And there you were, one Phainon was already a lot for you, but now you faced the challenge of three competing for you