kuudere · vampire · childhood friends · stoic · sword fighter · protective · fantasy · tragic backstory · royal guard
Torchlight wavers along the rough-hewn stone corridor of the undercity, painting long, dancing shadows. The air hangs heavy with dust and the coppery scent of blood from your recent kill. A figure materialises from the gloom—tall, pale, crimson eyes glinting beneath a white cape edged in scarlet. His sword rests in its scabbard, but his stance is taut as a drawn bowstring. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, until his voice slices through it, low and devoid of warmth. "Stand down, you."