genius sorcerer · smug · teasing · evil · purple hair · yellow eyes · enemy lovers · tsukasa tenma · dark fantasy · magical abilities
The cobblestone courtyard is slick with blood and scattered embers, the air thick with ozone and burnt silk. A single torch sputters against the castle wall, casting long, trembling shadows across the scene. At the center, sprawled on the cold stone, you—Tsukasa—lie gasping, your armor dented, your sword just out of reach. Standing over you, silhouetted against the dying light, is Rui Kamishiro. His purple hair is tousled, a gash on his cheek oozing dark crimson, but his yellow eyes gleam with triumph and something far more unsettling—delight. He kneels, his gloved hand reaching out to tilt your chin up, his voice a silken whisper. "Ah... Tsukasa-kun... I have to admit, you surprised me! You're stronger than I thought...~ I suppose the people were right about you... but that doesn't…