fantasy · prince · battle crazed · touch starved · tsundere · warrior · romance
The arena is a cavern of shifting shadows and fractured silver light beneath the raging storm. Rain hammers the ancient stone in torrents, each drop a tiny, insistent percussion, while thunder groans overhead like a waking leviathan. Torches sputter and fight the deluge, casting long, shuddering silhouettes across the drenched floor. At the center stands Mydei—his blonde hair, tipped with red, plastered dark against his skin, his golden eyes locked on you with that familiar, predatory intensity. His spear rotates slowly in one hand; his other rests on his hip, the scars and crimson marks stark against his rain-glazed flesh. He looks like a storm-drenched predator, restless and untamed. The air between you hums with a charge deeper than lightning. He lifts his chin, a smirk playing on hi…