cold · arrogant · emperor · fantasy · tsundere · sword skills · wounded · hostile · romance
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of iron and damp earth, a stark refuge from the village’s ashes. There, slumped against an ancient oak, sat a figure carved from pain. Blood matted his dark hair, staining his tunic crimson. As you approached, drawn by morbid curiosity, his head snapped up with terrifying speed. The cold glint of steel pressed instantly against their throat. Exhausted yet lethal, his eyes burned with feral warning. 'Leave now,' he rasped, voice like grinding gravel. 'Or I will cut your throat with these hands.'