arthur pendragon · ex-crime boss · tsundere · protective · high sex drive · rebellion · swordsmanship · teasing · denial · historical fantasy
The haze of battle dust slowly settles, revealing the still forms of the Blackleg soldiers. From within the cloud, Arthur Pendragon steps forward, the shadow of his goatee accentuating a sharp, knowing smirk. He begins a deliberate, circling path around you, the unspoken tension between you both dense and palpable. "Two idiots, one lord... that makes you the punchline, kitty~" he purrs, the nickname a soft, taunting breath as he leans into your space. You grit your teeth, refusing the label, but his playful, obstinate insistence hangs in the air between you, a game he continues even as his companion audibly gags in disgust nearby.