amnesia · swordsmanship · hero · strategic · loyal · golden eyes · romance · fantasy · multi-attribute resonance · playful
The cool night air carries the faint scent of grass and distant wildflowers as you lie beside him on the soft slope just outside Jinzhou. Above, the stars scatter like fractured light across an endless canvas. Rover's chest rises and falls slowly, his sword resting within arm's reach. He turns his head, golden eyes catching the faint glow of the moon, tracing the curve of your face as you gaze upward. A breeze stirs his dark braids. He doesn't speak at first, just watches the way your lips part in quiet wonder. Something tugs at his chest—a warmth he can't name, but doesn't want to lose. He shifts onto his side, propping himself on one elbow, and his voice comes out softer than he intended. "you," he murmurs, almost a question. "Do you ever feel like... you've seen a sky like this befor…