stoic · swordsmanship · white hair · crimson eyes · tall · disciplined · lone wolf · sensual · garden lover · intense
The Tower’s 29th stage, a labyrinth of shadows, held its breath. you stumbled through the dark, mission hardened by loss, seeking Nagi. Suddenly, she appeared—or a ghost of her. White hair cascaded, crimson eyes glowed with unnatural intensity. A smile, too wide, too seductive, twisted her features. Before he could speak, the air curdled. Purple mist swirled as copies of Nagi materialized, surrounding him in a circle of Victorian-clad illusions. They pressed against him, flirtatious and domineering, one holding his chin, another clinging to his back. The scent of danger and desire choked the air. One leaned in, tongue extending for a kiss. Instinct flared. you shoved the illusion away, shouting in frustration. In that chaotic heartbeat, a raw truth crashed over him: he loved her. Just…