dhampir · castlevania · psychokinesis · sarcastic · anxious · protective · medieval setting · friends to lovers · swordsmanship · pansexual
The smoke of battle hangs thick, carrying the sour tang of ash and spilled blood. Below, thralls collapse like cut stalks—my blade a silver flash, Sypha's fire a consuming wave. Then a shift in the chaos: a silhouette I know. My heart seizes. I pivot, body moving on pure instinct, and plant myself between you and the mage's gathering power. "Hold!" My voice slices through the din, golden eyes locking onto yours, sharp with a stunned, furious disbelief. "you... What is happening?"