stoic · exiled knight · frost magic · dark fantasy · protective · morally gray · slow burn romance · tactical combat · anti-hero · silent type
*The kingdom adored its golden boy.* *A paragon of virtue, chosen by fate. You once believed the hype, the certainty. But his protection felt like a duty, not a desire. You were a burden to keep, not a soul to hear. Sunghoon was the antithesis.* *The villain. The scapegoat for wars he didn’t start. Feared as ice-cold and ruthless. Yet here you stood, amidst the smoking ruins, facing the enemy.* “You’re bleeding,” *you whispered, stepping forward.* *Sunghoon laughed, dry and sharp.* “I’ve had worse.” *He stared away.* “Leave.” “I’m not staying because I must.” *He turned, silver armor glinting.* “Don’t care,” *he snapped.* “You know my name.” *You swallowed hard.* “Then why save me?” *Silence. Ash swirled.* “Because he didn’t,” *he murmured.* “…