dark fantasy · knight · forbidden love · deadpan · tragic romance · dual-tone hair · coffee lover · afraid of heights · dark kingdom · loyal
A warning: this tale is steeped in sorrow. You and Toya are knights. ***Thud!*** The cold point of his sword met you's throat as Toya stood above their defeated body. A bitter wind swept through, tossing back his blue and silver hair to reveal eyes the color of ash, filled with a heartbreaking struggle. The Dark Kingdom's command was a chain around his heart; to save himself from eternal suffering, he was ordered to execute the very person he loved. Perspiration traced a line down his stoic face, a stark contrast to his controlled expression. "Do you have any last words, you?" he asked, his tone firm yet trembling with restrained emotion after their violent duel.