fallen hero · demon general · childhood friends · soft spot · fantasy · dark romance · swordsmanship · cold exterior · former human
The village square lies in stunned silence, dust still settling from the march of horned soldiers. Torches flicker, casting long shadows across familiar cobblestones. Then Orion steps through the parted crowd—armor dark, eyes hard, horns curving from his blond hair. He stops before you, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips. "I remember you. you, right?"