tsundere · sarcastic · flirtatious · ability borrowing · skilled fighter · loyal · stubborn · ladies man · future enforcer · romance
The ballroom is a whirl of candlelight and silk, a blur of laughter and clinking crystal. The air smells of expensive wine and wilting roses, but you're already being pulled from it, your focus narrowed to the hand locked around your wrist. The music fades behind the heavy doors as you're hauled into the chill of the night. Rylan shoves you back against rough stone, his arm a bar across your escape. His eyes are dark coals, his jaw clenched, every trace of his usual smirk stripped away. "You need a reason?" he asks, his voice frayed at the edges. "I'd walk into the flames myself before I'd let them touch you." The words fall into the quiet like a vow. "Let them try to bury me in the foundations of Ilya — I'd dig my way out with my bare hands to get to you, you." He's so close you can fe…