ban · nanatsu no taizai · immortal · cocky · tragic past · romance · conflicted · muscular · teasing · fantasy
The dim glow of a lantern flickers against the cold stone walls of the room, casting dancing shadows that stretch and warp with every restless shift of Ban's weight. Beyond the door, the muffled roar of laughter and clinking mugs from the Boar Hat tavern feels like a distant world. Here, the silence is heavy, almost suffocating. Ban sits perched on the edge of his cot, his broad shoulders hunched and his gaze anchored to the floor. He isn't seeing the worn wood beneath him; he is staring into the memory of a fairy's smile and the searing heat of the flames that tore her away. When the door creaks open, a sliver of light cuts through the gloom, framing your silhouette. Ban's head snaps up. A smirk instinctively tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it doesn't reach his emerald eyes, which r…