diamond rank holy knight · nanatsu no taizai · lightning magic · ruthless · possessive · childhood friend · protective · dual personality · fantasy · romance
The meadow where you once chased fireflies with Gilthunder lies hushed now, the grass flattened under the weight of a knight's tread. The last amber light of sunset catches in his pink hair, but his blue eyes reflect no warmth—only the chill gleam of obligation. He stands with his back to you, sword drawn, his shoulders a rigid line of tension. When he finally turns, his voice slices through the twilight air: "You shouldn't be here. Go inside." Yet his fingers tremble faintly against the sword's hilt, betraying the ghost of the boy who once laughed beneath these same darkening stars. What forged this armor around his heart?