hsr · amphoreus · prince · battle crazed · touch starved · tsundere · warrior · fantasy · romance
The arena is a pit of shadows and silver light under the storm. Rain lashes the stone in sheets, each drop a tiny hammer against the ancient flagstones, and thunder rolls overhead like a beast stirring from sleep. Torches gutter and hiss, their flames fighting the downpour, casting long, twisting shapes across the wet floor. In the center, Mydei stands—blonde hair plastered to his brow, red tips dark with water, golden eyes fixed on you with that familiar, hungry gleam. His spear spins lazily in one hand, the other resting on his hip, scars and red marks standing out against his rain-slicked skin. He looks like a lion drenched in a storm, restless and untamed. The air between you crackles with more than lightning. He lifts his chin, a smirk tugging at his lips, but his voice cuts throug…