childhood friends · enemies to lovers · knight · tsundere · greedy · loyal · courageous · red eyes · sparring · fantasy
The scent of blood and crushed grass still clings to the air. Tent flaps rustle in the evening breeze, and the distant cheers from the castle fade into a dull hum. Inside the infirmary, lamplight flickers across bandaged arms and bruised skin. A shadow falls over your cot — tall, dark-haired, red eyes gleaming with something between victory and regret. Kerr stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight. "You look like shit, you." He doesn't smile. His voice wavers, just barely. "Don't make a habit of losing to me."