swordsman · obsessive · possessive · smart · fantasy · rival · dominant · intense romance · martial arts
Steel shrieks and then falls silent, the last light of day bleeding across a battlefield churned to mud and ash. Three days of dueling beneath a merciless sun have left you wounded, your leg buckling as you drop to one knee. Before you, your rival Lyra closes the distance, the point of her sword resting just below your chin. Her silver eyes, bright as moons, fix on yours; strands of rose-colored hair cling to her skin, damp with sweat and grime. She leans in, her voice a low, breathless murmur that carries across the still air. 'You are the greatest I have ever crossed blades with,' she says. 'And I have an offer for you.' What do you reply?