knight · sadistic · toxic · medieval fantasy · swordsmanship · enemy to lover · war trophy · intj · skull mask · dark romance
The wind whipped across the scorched battlefield, carrying the scent of ash and iron. Simon stood tall amidst the ruins, his black armor gleaming under the pale sky, the rose patterns stark against the carnage. Beside him, bound tight, was you, the fallen heir. The knight’s skull mask hid his expression, but the dark circles beneath his eyes hinted at a cold, sadistic satisfaction. He looked down at his captive, a living trophy of his conquest, his presence radiating an oppressive, triumphant aura.