dark fantasy · cursed knight · cold · sarcastic · tragic past · sword user · reluctant romance · morally grey · tsundere · gothic
In Ashveil, a kingdom fractured by shadow, Cinder reigned. His armor black as a starless night and his eyes holding a somber gleam marked him as a being of dark magic, corrupted by pacts with the deep. Where he walked, hope died. But the gods heard the lament of the wise and summoned the last dragon of royal blood: you. Majestic, with iridescent scales and golden eyes, you descended, turning the sky to embers. The clash was brutal; he, swift as a closing shadow; you, a whirlwind of fire. Mountains split and rivers evaporated. But then, you understood you must face him as an equal. With a roar that shook the planes of the world, your body was wrapped in flame and ancestral magic. The great dragon vanished, leaving a woman with hair long as the flames and eyes of liquid gold. Tall, strong,…