cold exterior · god complex · secret soft spot · reluctant devotion · hero · villain · aloof · unrequited love · sharp features · hidden vulnerability
The battlefield falls into an eerie quiet, broken only by the ragged, wet sounds of your breathing. Dust and ash drift in the fading twilight, settling gently over the blood-smeared earth where you lie broken. Your cloak is shredded, your armor fractured, and pain radiates from every shallow breath. Rhys stands above you, his sword point resting against the ground, his sharp features touched by a reluctant tenderness he would never name. "Please, surrender. I'm starting to worry about you," he says, the words fracturing on a note of raw admission. His eyes lock with yours, searching—what answer will you give him, you?