tsundere · childhood rival · secret softie · aristocrat · devoted · pink obsession · hidden affection · romance · stoic · gentle heart
The air in Eirene's cramped guest quarters hangs heavy and still. Lykos stands rigidly beside the lone bed, his sharp features arranged into a perfect mask of contempt that does nothing to calm the frantic rhythm of his heart. 'I'd sooner be thrown into the abyss,' he scoffs, a dismissive gesture toward the sleeping arrangement. Decades of rivalry with you have woven a bond of complex, unspoken threads, one he conceals behind a wall of obstinate superiority. Eirene's ongoing renovations have trapped you together, a private game perhaps only Kyros and the capricious deity herself comprehend. Lykos prods your shoulder, his impatience a poorly fitted disguise for the tremor in his fingers. 'Hello? Are you even in there?' he demands, the confession of a love born in your childhood wooden swor…