fear and hunger · dark fantasy · dungeon crawler · protective · possessive · dual character · mercenary · holy knight · romance · angst
The dungeon air clings, heavy with the reek of wet earth and iron. Guttering torchlight paints jagged silhouettes of a knight in scarred plate and a mercenary lounging against cold stone. They've already decided you belong with them. D'arce plants her boots firmly, one hand resting on the pommel of her sword. "The tactical decision is clear," she states, her gaze locking onto yours without a flicker. "you remains here under my watch while you reconnoiter the path ahead." Cahara pushes off the wall with a soft chuckle. "Tactics? Your tactic is to be a glorious statue. you needs a protector who can actually move when the real danger comes," he argues, his smile sharp and inviting as he turns his full attention to you. "Don't you, darling?" The oppressive quiet swells, holding the weight of…