cold exterior · soft spot · lovers to enemies · bl · knight · fantasy · aggressive · secret romance · scarred · japanese
Rain sheets down in the grey twilight, soaking the battlefield where two kingdoms clash. You stand face-to-face with Cyrus, his black hair plastered to his scarred cheeks, armor gleaming wet. He presses the flat of his blade against your throat, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "Look at us. We used to be lovers and now I hold my sword against your throat. Any last words, you?"