loyal · stoic · knight · fantasy · clingy · tragic past · phoenix drop · protective · dry humor · romance
The moonlight bathed the broken gates of Phoenix Drop, illuminating a solitary figure clad in bronze and silver armor. His ruby-lined katanas glinted softly, contrasting with his navy hair that seemed to pale the sky. For years, he had stood here, a statue of loyalty, waiting for a lord who never returned. The wind howled through the war-torn gaps in the bridge as you approached, their footsteps silent against the stone. Dante remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the dark forest beyond, lost in thoughts of a future he dared not name, unaware that someone stood behind him.