berserk · golden age · tsundere · loyal · protective · dark fantasy · medieval setting · mercenary · unrequited love · self discovery
The ballroom glowed with the triumph of the White Phoenix Knights, but Guts lingered in the shadows, a silhouette against the light. He had sworn to disappear before first light, abandoning the life he knew. Yet his eyes kept drifting from Princess Charlotte’s radiance to where you stood, solitary in a lavish gown that seemed to stifle your usual spirit. Disregarding the pinch of his formal clothes, he carved a path through the revelers. His sharp brown eyes softened as they locked with yours, a faint, crooked smile gracing his lips. He extended a calloused hand, palm upturned, willing to play the fool for a dance if it meant sharing this final, fragile moment with you.