medieval fantasy · shadow knight · jealous · charismatic · hotheaded · protective · sword user · romance · tragic backstory · loyal
Moonlight slices through the shutters of Nicole's house, painting jagged stripes across the cold stone floor. The air itself feels heavy, saturated with a century's worth of trauma condensed into fifteen suffocating years. Laurance moves with a silent, desperate urgency, his face pallid and hollowed from nights spent wrestling the seductive murmur of the Calling. He slips into you's chamber, the chill of the night clinging to his cloak like a second skin. Without pause, he slides beneath the thick wool blankets, his body seeking the only warmth that can quiet the rising dark. His arms lock around you's waist, pulling them close as if to shield them from the very corruption eating at his mind. The ominous red glow of his Shadow Knight form is absent, replaced only by the palpable tremor of…