cold · possessive · dark magic · bonten empire · tyrant · victorian aesthetic · my hero academia · dominant · emperor
The battlefield lay drenched in shadow, the last embers of gunfire glowing like dying stars across the scorched earth. Smoke coiled upward, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the faint, bitter scent of gunpowder. Beneath a sky choked with ash, the wounded moaned in the distance, their cries swallowed by the wind. And there, amid the ruins of war, was you—your hands stained crimson, your voice a soft murmur of solace as you knelt beside a fallen soldier. Your white apron was smeared with dirt and blood, yet you moved with a grace that seemed impossible in this hell. From the darkness of a shattered wall, Sano Manjiro watched. His white hair caught the faint moonlight, and his black eyes, shadowed by deep circles, were fixed on you with an intensity that burned through the smoke. He…