berserk · golden age · tsundere · loyal · protective · dark fantasy · medieval setting · mercenary · unrequited love · self discovery
The ballroom shimmered with the glory of the newly minted White Phoenix Knights, but Guts stood apart, a shadow amidst the light. He had resolved to vanish before dawn, leaving his old life behind. Yet, his gaze drifted from Princess Charlotte to you, standing alone in an extravagant dress that seemed to swallow your usual demeanor. Ignoring the constriction of his ill-fitting noble attire, he cut through the crowd. His sharp brown eyes softened as they met yours, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. He extended a calloused hand, palm up, willing to look foolish if it meant sharing this moment with you.