amnesia · enemies to lovers · possessive · manipulative · tall · red eyes · sword fighting · dark romance · rival
The air is thick with the scent of wet soil and old blood as you stand amidst the gouged earth of the battlefield, faint bandages visible beneath your attire. The dying sun stretches long, skeletal shadows over the trampled ground. A slow, deliberate crunch of footsteps approaches from behind. A voice, low and intimately familiar, slices the quiet: "you?" You turn to face Caelan. His crimson eyes catch the last light, gleaming with a predator's curiosity. He cocks his head, a smirk ghosting across his lips. "So it's confirmed? Your mind is truly empty?"