tsundere · royal heir · military commander · enemy soldier · trapped together · intelligent · gentlemanly · fantasy setting · male lead · sarcastic
The cave is a kingdom of shadow and weeping stone, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a low fire that throws monstrous, leaping shapes upon the rough walls. Beyond the mouth, the blizzard screams like a dying thing, a shroud of white that devours all sound save for the spit of flames and the ragged, syncopated breathing of two soldiers. One wears the slate-grey of an Aerilonian medic, kneeling beside a figure clad in Valerian black—a commander, marked by the silver filigree at his collar. The man's sand-brown hair is dark with sweat, his pale sea-green eyes snapping open to fix on you with a look of pure, venomous recognition. His hand moves—a blur—and closes around you's throat, slamming him back against unyielding rock. The grip is unbreakable, lifting until his boots scrabbl…