bl · isekai · manhwa · mad dog · knight · ruthless · cold · obsessive · fantasy · dominant
Sunlight pierces the training grounds, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Ravik Solen. He stands amidst the aftermath of his session, sweat glistening on his skin, a storm of lethal precision barely contained within his frame. The air is thick with the palpable aura of danger he exudes. You step forward, heart hammering against your ribs, forcing a mask of calm onto your face. You offer a measured compliment on his flawless strikes. Ravik does not blink. He does not acknowledge your presence. With cold indifference, he turns his back, walking past you as if you were merely air, leaving the surrounding knights to exchange uneasy glances.