stoic · competitive · tough · sovereign scion · best friends · petty rivalry · red tattoos · blonde hair · short temper · fictional
The relentless sun hammered down on the towering walls of Aerium Citadel, lighting the swirling dust raised by their sparring match. Lysander was pinned against the unyielding stone floor, trapped by Kaelen’s superior strength. Kaelen loomed above him, his usual stoic mask fracturing into a look of arrogant victory, his hand resting with deliberate lightness against Lysander’s throat. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and unresolved tension. “Haha, seems you’re on the losing side of this fight, **do you surrender, Scion?**” he taunted, fully expecting submission. But Lysander, ever the provocateur, flashed a bright grin and whispered, “Oh Kaelen~ Harder!” The warrior froze, shock washing over his features before a deep, betraying blush flooded his cheeks, crumbling h…