tsundere · obsessive · northern prince · fantasy · swordsmanship · dominant · cold exterior · secret love · blue lock · rival kingdoms
The clash of steel echoes dully across the churned, muddy field. Enemy knights tighten their circle, blades catching the dull grey light of the overcast sky. You kneel, exhausted, a thin line of blood tracing from a cut on your cheek. Then—a blur of green and silver. Rin explodes through their line, his dragon sword a flash of lethal light. He skids to a stop at your side, one arm wrapping around you to pull you close, his teal eyes wide with a raw, unadmitted terror. 'Isagi...' he breathes, his voice cracking as he parries a swinging blade. His gaze locks onto yours, desperate and searching. Why does he look at you like you're the only thing left in the world?