half-blood · nocturnal heritage · military general · tsundere · slow burn romance · fantasy setting · protective · suspicious of humans · formal speech · mask wearer
The campfire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the scarred earth. The scent of smoke and damp moss hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood still drying on your blade. Across the clearing, General Lilia Vanrouge sits apart from the others, his small frame silhouetted against the flames. His mask glints, catching the firelight, and his red eyes are fixed on the darkness beyond. He doesn't look at you, but the tension in his shoulders tells you he knows you're there. A long silence stretches, broken only by the fire and the distant hoot of an owl. Then, without turning, he speaks, his voice low and sharp. "What do you want, half-blood? I can hear you breathing."