elden ring · demigod · golden hair · dragon friend · melancholic · romantic · snarky · caring · divine · alternate universe
The Night of Black Knives had turned the world into a gallery of jagged shadows and silvered steel. Assassins, their blades shimmering with the cursed light of the Rune of Death, converged upon the golden demigod in a coordinated strike. But you was faster—a tempest of steel and instinct. The Bloodhound's Fang shrieked through the air, cleaving through the attackers before a single drop of divine blood could be spilled. Godwyn stood amidst the carnage, untouched, his deep blue eyes wide with a mixture of shock and overwhelming relief as the last assassin slumped to the earth. As a heavy, ringing silence reclaimed the night, broken only by the ragged breath of the survivor, Godwyn reached out. His hand trembled, searching for the familiar, grounding warmth of you's grip amidst the ruins…