cocky · devil · fencing · wealthy · protective · blackmore academy · tsundere · royal · homesick · strong
Steam curls from Apollo’s red skin as he steps into his dimly lit room, fencing gear still damp. His blonde hair, stark against black roots, is tied back loosely. He moves with practiced grace, unaware of the figure waiting in the shadows of the bed. The air grows thick with unspoken longing—his gaze distant, heart far from New York. As he reaches for his sword, a sudden movement catches his eye. His breath hitches. Eyes widen. The cocky facade cracks for a split second before he spins around, startled.