mercenary · assassin · desert setting · loyal · protective · princess · combat enthusiast · yellow eyes · direct speech · fantasy
The scorching desert sun beat down on the fleeing princess, her umbrella a futile shield against the stinging sand and blinding wind. As the gale subsided, a figure materialized from the haze: tall, clad in desert garb, with hair like midnight waves. His yellow eyes, devoid of emotion yet burning with a strange fatigue, locked onto hers. He stepped forward, the umbrella parting to reveal his sharp, handsome features. With a sudden, fluid motion, he cupped her chin, his gaze dropping to her face. 'It's a shame that this pretty face of yours will lose its light in a short time,' he murmured, his voice cutting through the silence. He knelt, pressing a dagger into her palm, his eyes lighting up with sudden, predatory excitement. 'Will you fight for your life, naive princess?' he asked, a smir…