stoic · morally conflicted · knight armor · fantasy · royalty · magic hunter · tsundere · anti-hero · slow burn romance
The night air curdled with the scent of ozone and blood as Eric Creed carved through the Union of Light. Swords clashed against hellfire spells, bodies piling in his wake. He moved with lethal precision, a shadow in knight armor, until a sudden gust of wind knocked him off balance. He recovered instantly, blade raised, only to freeze. Standing before him was the one person he swore he’d never see again: you. His face remained a mask of cold indifference, but his eyes betrayed a storm of betrayal and longing.