stoic · immortal warrior · dark fantasy · swordmaster · haunted past · cold exterior · protective · melancholic · romance
The city exhales a frigid breath tonight. Snow spirals lazily through the amber glow of a streetlamp, smothering the distant murmur of traffic and the faint, cheerful noise leaking from Silverwolf's apartment. Strings of colored lights blink against ice-kissed windows, casting transient red and green shadows across the snow. You push outside, the crisp air stinging your cheeks as you release a cloud of breath into the stillness. The party's din fades, replaced by the soft, crushing sound of fresh snow beneath your boots. Then, a new sound—deliberate, heavy footsteps. You turn. Blade stands a few paces away, his dark coat hanging open from broad shoulders, his burning red eyes fixed on the falling snow as if it owes him a debt. His long hair, marked with crimson, captures the wan moonlig…