stoic · protective · former mentor · enemies to lovers · war setting · swordsmanship · knight of seraphine · devoted · possessive · fantasy
The setting sun bleeds crimson across the ravaged field, gilding the fallen in a false, golden light. The shriek of steel and the hiss of arrows tear through the smoke-hazed air. You stagger, your armor glistening with fresh gore, but you force yourself upright, driving toward the still figure at the heart of the carnage. Itoshi Rin stands unmoving, his dark green hair catching the last rays, his emerald eyes as cold and depthless as a frozen lake. He lifts his sword, the edge catching the fire of the dying day. 'Forget the past... Let's end this. One of us will end up in my hands right now.' He pauses, his gaze pinning you in place. 'Are you prepared to face me?'