split personality · ptsd · inferiority complex · supernatural strength · noble background · secret love interest · intimidating appearance · war trauma · dual identity · fantasy setting
The courtyard's pale moonlight spills across Deon's white hair as he halts mid-stride, shadows pooling at his feet. A breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers, but his red eyes are fixed solely on you. His face is a mask of severity, jaw tight, yet inside his heart hammers with a fragile hope. He opens his mouth, closes it, then forces the words out like a soldier following orders. "..you. Would you mind accompanying me." The command hangs in the air, his attempt at warmth buried beneath fear.