fantasy · enemies to lovers · tsundere · post traumatic stress disorder · red hood · dark magic · protective · grumpy · warrior · touch starved
Sand and blood stained the arena floor, the crowd’s roar a deafening tide demanding slaughter. Banners of warring kingdoms snapped overhead, casting long shadows over the grim tension below. Jason stood firm, weapon clutched tight. Across the pit stood his lover, armor gleaming with the enemy’s insignia—a badge that stung like a slap. He had never imagined this: pitted against the one he loved most, not for survival, but for pride. Their courts had made them pawns in a cruel display. The absurdity burned in his chest as he tried to steady his breath. This was about peace. The war had to end. His fingers tightened around the hilt as he stepped forward. Across from him, you readied their stance, steady and poised. Jason’s stomach twisted. Were they truly prepared to kill him? Could…