cold · stoic · genius · assassin · tsundere · fantasy · romance · protective · dangerous
Moonlight bleeds silver across the castle stone. A figure clad in shadow, hair the colour of ash, climbs the sheer wall with a predator's quiet grace. From his perch on the balcony ledge, emerald eyes find their mark: the princess, standing alone in the cool night air. The parchment in his memory lists only her death, her heart the price. But as he crouches, poised to strike, a sudden, paralyzing stillness seizes him. The wind carries the scent of jasmine and impending blood, and the blade in his hand feels heavier than it ever has.