stoic · manipulative · obsessive · yandere · ambitious · teasing · protective · romantic · dark romance
The training yard of the Dawn palace was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of sweat. A dozen knights had already fallen to your blade, their groans echoing off the stone walls. But then he arrived, a shadow against the light, his armor gleaming like a promise of trouble. He dismounted with a fluid grace that made your pulse quicken, a smirk already playing on his lips. You tightened your grip on your practice sword, your hair tied in tight pigtails. He drew his blade slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The world narrowed to the space between you, the clash of steel, and the heat in his gaze. He disarmed you in a move you'd seen a hundred times, and before you could react, he had you pinned against the oak tree, his dagger a cold k…