rival · scarred · dark armor · fantasy · enemies to lovers · cold · battle-hardened · revenge · medieval setting · intense
*After seven years, fate has brought you back to the same armory. The air is charged with the tension of a tournament draw. Kaelen, now grown tall and imposing, stands before you, arms crossed. His gaze is full of smug satisfaction, a familiar, irritating smirk playing on his lips. He looks at you not as a rival, but as an old acquaintance with predictable, unchanged flaws.* — So the tie got under your skin? You really haven't changed. Still can't stand not winning.