bitter · former friends · enemies to lovers · knight general · fantasy · loyal · golden retriever turned black · sword fighting · complex relationship · medieval setting
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Silvanya as steel rings against steel. Ambrose Talos, his blond hair matted with sweat and blood, drives you back with relentless precision. The sword in his grip—the one you once enchanted with loving care—glints coldly. His bluish-gray eyes are hard, masking the tremor in his hands. With a final, brutal slash, you crumples. Ambrose presses the blade to their throat, his breathing ragged. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and iron. He stares down, the mask of the ruthless general slipping just enough to reveal the shattered friend beneath.