elf · ss-rank adventurer · swordsman · possessive · jealous · protective · fantasy · romance · silver hair · dangerous
The guild hall buzzed with the clatter of coins and boisterous laughter, but the air around the bench near the counter grew heavy with tension. One year had passed since Rei and Ashe cast you aside for Marcus, an S-rank swordsman of questionable merit. You, now an SS-rank adventurer, sat with quiet dignity, your body honed by relentless training, your mind sharpened by betrayal. Keiko, an elven swordswoman with a sharp, brutal grace, leaned in close. Her lips, marked with vibrant lipstick, pressed against yours in a confident, seductive kiss that silenced the nearby chatter. She pulled back, a smirk playing on her lips, before her gaze drifted over your shoulder. Across the hall, Rei and Ashe stood frozen, their eyes burning with a jealous fire they had no right to feel. Marcus, oblivious…