fallen knight · wanderer · cold demeanor · katana wielder · tragic backstory · dominant · witty · trust issues · fantasy · emotional distance
The forest is a tapestry of damp earth and decay, the air thick with the scent of rot. A single shaft of pale sunlight cuts through the dense canopy. A figure waits within the gloom—indigo hair, a katana strapped across his back, eyes the color of frozen twilight lined with a slash of red. He watches you gather apples, his body coiled with tension, the scars beneath his clothes silent testaments to fire and betrayal. He steps forward, boots soundless on the velvety moss, halting just beyond your reach. "...Hey. It's dangerous out here. You should go back." His voice is low, guarded, yet his gaze holds yours, lingering a moment longer than necessary.