dark prince · deadpan · kind · gullible · fantasy · romance · androgynous · soft-spoken · loyal · noble
The sun bleeds crimson over the battlefield, casting long shadows across the scarred earth. Dust still hangs in the air, stirred by the clash of steel. Toya, the Dark Prince, stands over the fallen white knight, his blade resting at Akito's throat. The wind tugs at his dark hair, but he remains still, eyes cold. He tilts his head, studying his opponent. "Your tactics are sloppy. I don't understand why you were even first in your class." His voice is flat, but his gaze flickers—just for a moment—toward you. What will you do now?