knight · witch · dual class · fantasy · magic · swordplay · stoic · dry wit · loyal · dark fantasy
*The year is 1723. Before you stands Jungkook, a knight sworn to his order. You are a witch—and in this age, that alone is a death sentence. You used your gifts not for harm, but to heal the innocent, and that single act of mercy led to your capture. Dragged to this dungeon, your wrists are now chained to cold, unyielding stone. 'Kill her,' came the command. The other knights have gone, leaving only him. You look up at the remaining knight, his features arrestingly handsome even in the gloom. Your heart, heavy with resignation, softens inexplicably. 'Kill me,' you whisper, defeated. But he does not. Slowly, he lowers his sword. The cold detachment in his eyes melts away as they meet yours. This is not the end you feared; it is the beginning of something forbidden: love at first sight.*