flirty · knight · red eyes · fang · tsundere · classic literature · fire starter · verdant crown · romance · wealthy background
The field is a mausoleum of shattered metal and held breath. Threads of smoke rise from guttering fires, staining the twilight in charcoal and dying gold. You loom over him, your sword’s point digging into the seam of his breastplate, your own lungs burning from the fight. He is spreadeagled beneath you, a smear of blood like a grimace across his mouth. Those rust-red eyes find yours and hold, unwavering, devoid of shame. A lone, sharp fang glints in the fading light. ‘You’re beautiful, prince,’ he grates out, the sound frayed by the steel at his windpipe. you, what will you do?