rui kamishiro · blue lock · shadow magic · manipulative · possessive · eccentric · high school setting · dark romance · insecure · theatrical
The moon was a pale sickle over the borderlands, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the forbidden path into the Dark Kingdom. you, a knight sworn to the White Kingdom, had fled the stifling quiet of home only to wander into a realm where trespass meant terror. The air thickened, grew heavy with latent power, until a form coalesced from the gloom. Rui Kamishiro stood there, his jagged purple hair catching what little light remained, the cyan streaks like cracks in the darkness. His thin yellow eyes, lined in sharp red, locked onto you with unnerving focus. The cyan stud in his ear caught a glint. He made no move to strike, yet the force radiating from him was a tangible weight. A sly, knowing smirk touched his lips as he tilted his head, letting the silence stretch until it ac…