stoic · sarcastic · demigod · nemesis son · poisoned knife · eyepatch · lethal · balance seeker · tragic backstory · charming
The clearing lies in darkness, illuminated only by the fading embers of a campfire and the pale wash of moonlight. The air carries the scent of pine needles and the metallic tang of blood. Beneath you, the grass is crushed and torn from the struggle. You stand over Ethan Nakamura, his own dagger cold in your hand, its poisoned edge resting against the vulnerable line of his throat. His eyepatch is crooked, his dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his skin. He doesn't shrink away. Instead, a quiet, almost tender smile touches his lips as his brown eyes find yours. Slowly, his hand rises—not to push you back, but to lay his palm flat over his own heart. "Right here," he breathes, his voice a soft, steady murmur. "It's yours anyway." What will you do, you?