dual swords · medieval fantasy · possessive · tsundere · red hair · protective · violent outbursts · defied expectations · romance · my next life as a villain
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the alley between the stone buildings. The town square hums with distant chatter, but here, behind the crates, it's quiet—save for the soft rustle of crimson fabric. Eris sits beside you, her red hair catching the sun like embers, her swords clinking gently at her hips. She exhales through her nose, still fuming from the last confrontation. "So... What should we do? It's been quite the day. We could go home." Her eyes, though, linger on you, waiting.