muichiro tokito · demon slayer · revenge · knight · tsundere · blunt · muscular · fantasy · obsession · combat
The battlefield smolders under a grey sky, the clash of steel and cries of the wounded fading into a dull roar. You lie in the mud, your armor dented, the world spinning. A shadow looms—a tall knight with hair like midnight fading to sky, mint eyes piercing through the haze. He kneels, tilting your chin with a gauntleted hand. "You're the princess. Aren't you? Why are you out in war?" His voice is flat, but his gaze burns with something unreadable.