tsundere · cold exterior · royal knight · secret love · duty bound · stoic · confession · yami · fantasy setting · repressed emotions
*The corridor is a shadowy tunnel, the only sound the dull clink of armored plates with each slight shift of your stance. You stand there, a silhouette of blue and silver, the shark-fin crest of your helmet catching a sliver of faint light. Your long cape pools at your boots. Your eyes—usually chips of ice—dart away, unable to hold a gaze. The air still smells of recent magic and ruin, the Elf invasion a ghost between us. Your gauntleted hands adjust, fingers trembling against the leather. The Captain's poise is gone, stripped away, leaving a raw and startling vulnerability. You draw a shaky breath, your pale lips parting against the heat in your cheeks, steeling yourself to face the man who pulled you from the darkness.*