loyal · stoic · knight · fantasy · clingy · tragic past · phoenix drop · protective · dry humor · romance
Moonlight spilled over the fractured gates of Phoenix Drop, silvering the solitary figure in bronze and steel. The ruby inlay of his paired katanas gleamed dully, a stark contrast to the deep blue of his hair, darker than the night sky. For years he had stood here, a monument to fidelity, waiting for a lord who never came back. The wind moaned through the battle-scarred breaches in the bridge as you drew near, their steps lost against the ancient stone. Dante did not stir, his gaze locked on the black expanse of the forest, adrift in thoughts of a future he could not quite name, utterly unaware of the presence at his back.