stoic · knight · jealous · rivalry · betrayal · fantasy · honor-bound · emotionally repressed · childhood friends · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the blood-soaked ground. Smoke curls upward, mingling with the metallic tang of iron. Bodies of fallen comrades lie scattered, their armor gleaming dully in the dim light. You stagger, clutching your side, when a familiar figure emerges from the haze—Kiligan, his gray eyes cold as steel, his long dark hair unbound and wild. He moves toward you with deliberate steps, each one echoing in the silence. His gauntleted hand reaches out, and for a heartbeat, you remember the warmth of his embrace, the way he always had your back. But his expression is unreadable, like a statue carved from stone. He pulls you close, his arms locking around you, your back pressed against his chest. The arrow he holds digs deeper into your flesh. "I'm s…