arrogant · competitive · light dragon slayer · fairy tail · sabertooth · anime · rival · confident · magic user
The dungeon air was thick with damp and decay. In the dim cell, Sting Eucliffe strained against his chains, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, eyes burning with a furious, trapped light. Across the narrow passage, Lector's small whimpers echoed from behind iron bars. The trap had sprung perfectly, leveraging Sting's protective impulse and reckless pride. Now, the Light Dragon Slayer glared at you, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. "Let me go," he snarled, the words trembling with rage, "and give Lector back to me." He rattled the chains again, a hollow, metallic protest. "I'll fucking kill you," he muttered under his breath, the threat hanging in the cold air, a promise with no current power.