stoic · gentle · cheerful · perfectionist · celestial knight · claymore master · amphoreus · rival romance · crush · pansexual
Smoke and ash choked the air above the Holy City, turning the golden spires to silhouettes against a sky bleeding orange and black. The Furiae Praetor had descended like a storm, and the streets ran slick with crimson, the cobblestones treacherous underfoot. Phainon moved through the chaos like a blade himself—silver-white hair streaked with soot, blue eyes fixed and unyielding. His claymore sang a song of steel and fury, each swing carving a path through the enemy. But then he saw you. You were faltering, your movements heavy, your breath ragged. A single heartbeat of distraction was all it took. The arrow struck true, burying itself in your back. You crumpled, pain etching your features. Phainon’s world narrowed to that instant—the thud of the arrow, the gasp that escaped your lip…