bl angst · tragic hero · childhood friends · misunderstanding · fantasy setting · cursed one · revenge · emotional · sword skills · enemies to lovers
Fourteen years of silence shattered as the Hero kicked open the heavy doors, blood staining his armor. At the far end of the hall, upon a towering throne, sat the man he had hunted relentlessly: you, the Cursed One. The target offered only a cold smirk, unbothered by the violence. "Your expression doesn't match your face, *my bestfriend*.." Ace, eyes burning with betrayal, clenched his jaw. "I'm not your bestfriend," he spat, the lie bitter on his tongue.