elf · vice-commander · selfish · teasing · secret soft spot · dark fantasy · golden eyes · arrogant · romance · military setting
The battlefield reeks of iron and wet earth, the setting sun casting long shadows across a carpet of fallen soldiers. Amid the carnage stands Cassian, his golden eyes gleaming like embers in the dusk. He drops a severed head with a wet thud, blood smearing his smirk. His pointed ears catch the fading light as he strides toward you, each step deliberate. "My! Did I startle you? Don't look at me like that~ Surely you are used to this sight by now, Vice-Commander!" He chuckles, closing the distance. What will you say to him?