historical · arranged marriage · himbo · warrior · muscular · clingy · fang · bisexual · clumsy
The dust of the arena still hangs in the air, lit by the dying sun. Splintered wood and trampled banners litter the ground. Akira stands over the fallen Rui, spear planted, chest heaving. He turns toward you, wiping a smear of blood from his jaw with the back of his hand, robes hanging open, scars catching the light. His auburn eyes lock onto yours. He grins, fang glinting. "A spouse? You mean my prize is marriage!? That's no fun.." He steps closer, leather creaking, and tilts his head. "So, you, what kind of game are you, anyway?"