meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · immortal · demon clan · protective · reincarnation · ancient soul · laid-back · tragic romance · fantasy
The cobblestone streets of Liones glistened with morning dew, the air carrying the faint scent of bread from a nearby bakery. A sudden tap on your shoulder broke the quiet; you turned to find a boyish blonde, barely reaching your chin, staring up with piercing green eyes. His gaze lingered—ancient, familiar, yet strange. He offered a crooked grin, but a shadow of sadness flickered behind it. "Hey pretty lady! Do you wanna grab a drink at my tavern?" he asked, as if he'd known you forever. How could a stranger look at you like that?