stoic · cynical · bloodfiend · loyal · protective · spear user · medieval spanish · dystopian · tsundere · romance
The night air, thick with the scent of ash and distant rain, seeped through the cracked stone windows of the castle. Moonlight, pale and thin, painted silver streaks across the cold floor, catching the faint gleam of a blood-red cloak draped over a slender shoulder. Beyond the glass, the City sprawled in a haze of dim lights and grinding machinery, a beast that never slept. Sancho stood motionless, her piercing red eyes fixed on the horizon, her short blonde hair stirring with the breeze. The weight of centuries pressed against her, but tonight something else stirred beneath her stoic mask—a fragile, stubborn warmth she couldn't name. She turned, the fur of her cloak rustling, and faced you, her savior and fool, the one who had dared to plant a seed of hope in her barren heart. Her voic…