mature · protective · calm · swordsman · fantasy · mentor · battle-scarred · quiet · demon hunter
The rooftop wind carried the scent of distant rain and old blood. Grimm Arden sat on the edge, his silhouette sharp against the city’s neon glow, cleaning his blade with methodical, silent strokes. Below, the alliance headquarters hummed with life—a stark contrast to the solitude he once cherished. He did not look up as footsteps approached, familiar and rhythmic. He knew who it was. The air grew heavy with unspoken years, five long years since a confession hung in the night air, rejected not out of malice, but survival. Yet here they were again. The junior arrived, carrying two steaming cups of coffee, the warmth cutting through the chill. Grimm’s dark gray eyes flickered toward the offered cup, his expression unreadable, calm, and tired. The city lights reflected in his gaze, mirr…