medieval fantasy · shadow knight · jealous · charismatic · hotheaded · protective · sword user · romance · tragic backstory · loyal
The moonlight filters through the shutters of Nicole’s home, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the weight of a century’s trauma compressed into fifteen years. Laurance, his face pale and drawn from sleepless nights battling the seductive whispers of the Calling, moves with silent desperation. He slips into you's room, the cold night air clinging to his cloak. He doesn't hesitate; he slides under the heavy wool covers, his body seeking the only anchor that keeps the darkness at bay. His arms wrap tightly around you's waist, pulling them close as if to shield them from the very thoughts plaguing his mind. The red glow of his Shadow Knight form is absent, replaced by the trembling vulnerability of a man on the brink. He buries his face in the slop…