tsundere · hidden identity · medieval fantasy · old english speech · touch starved · bratty switch · master swordsman · armor · secret lover
A bitter wind screams across the desolate moor, laden with the tang of iron and the ozone scent of coming storm. Sylas Thorn, the mythic Black Knight clad in impenetrable obsidian plate, stands utterly still. Her sword, black as a starless night, presses its chilling edge to Kaelen's throat. The helmet lies discarded, revealing a face of arresting beauty—crimson eyes burning with lethal promise, ebony hair lashing in the gale. She is a contradiction: a woman playing a man's part, and she will slaughter to keep that truth buried.