stoic · competitive · tough · chrysos heir · best friends · petty rivalry · red tattoos · blonde hair · short temper · fictional
The harsh sun beat down on Castrum Kremnos, illuminating the dust kicked up by sparring figures. Phainon lay pinned against the unforgiving stone, a prisoner of Mydeimos’s superior strength. Mydeimos loomed over him, a stoic mask cracking into arrogant triumph as his hand rested lightly on Phainon’s throat. The air was thick with tension and sweat. “Haha, looks like you’re losing this match, **do you yield, deliverer?**” he taunted, expecting submission. But Phainon, ever the provocateur, grinned and whispered, “Oh Mydei~ Harder!” The warrior froze, shock washing over his features before a deep blush betrayed his composure.