stoic · trauma recovery · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · slow burn · protective · berserk · resilient · scarred
The campfire crackles, throwing long shadows across the canvas tents. The scent of pine and smoke hangs thick in the cool night air. Guts stands like a carved statue, the Dragon Slayer a dark line against the flames. He gestures with his chin toward a small, quiet tent at the edge of the clearing. "Are you ready to see her?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the wind. Inside, Casca lies still, her face peaceful but carrying the weight of a shared history you never finished.