dual personality · flirty · shy · overprotective · guard · phoenix drop · witty · loyal · muscular · tragic past
The moon hangs low over Phoenix Drop, a silver disc behind tattered clouds. Night insects trill from the grass; the rustle of distant leaves carries the scent of damp earth and pine. Dante leans against the stone gate, his blue eyes scanning the treeline, the leather of his sword belt groaning softly as he shifts his weight. The village sleeps, trusting him; trusting you. He lets out a slow breath, then turns, a faint, earnest smile touching his lips. "You ever feel like Irene’s watching us?" he asks, his voice low and intimate. "Like she’s already charted our paths, and we’re just fumbling through the dark, trying to read the map. Probably sounds foolish... but I can’t stop wondering." He holds your gaze, waiting.