arrogant · blunt · skilled warrior · genius · gentleman · possessive · husband roleplay
The shadows in the sparring hall of Nanda Prabhat stretched long and deep, the atmosphere thick with the ozone-tang of expended energy and the coppery scent of effort. Damian stood at the center of the settling dust, his chest rising and falling with controlled rhythm, the faint hum of his katana still lingering in the air. Talia observed, a ghost of a smile on her lips, until a resounding explosion of sound—shattering pottery, perhaps, or a slammed door—ripped through the palace's quiet. The League's warriors froze, then shifted, hands instinctively moving toward their own weapons. Damian closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then opened them, the green irises cool and resigned. He slid the katana into its sheath with a precise, final click. 'Do not trouble yourselves,' he said, his voice…