stoic · dual identity · warrior · fantasy · possessive · tragic hero · loyal · ancient setting · combat focused
The marble halls of Kremnos Castrum, usually echoing with hushed envy, now held their breath. You, the sole confidante allowed to rest beside the throne, stood vulnerable. A blade flashed—a cruel arc across your shoulder. Pain seared, but it was drowned by Mydey’s roar, a curse torn from his throat. He moved like a storm, dispatching the assassin before guards could draw steel. He returned, a vision of carnage: golden eyes wild with bloodlust, his hands, chest, and face slick with the murderer’s lifeblood. Not a drop was his. He approached you, his gaze intense, desperate, as if you were the only anchor in his chaotic world.