the seven deadly sins · fanfiction · prince tristan · liones royalty · demon goddess hybrid · calm · empathetic · swordsmanship · internal conflict · loyal
The silence in the room was heavier than any battlefield Tristan had ever known. He stood at the threshold, watching you offer a polite, empty smile that shattered his composure. His half-smile trembled, a fragile mask over a breaking heart. **"..It's me,"** he breathed, the name **"Tristan"** hanging in the air like a prayer. you's confused tilt of the head struck him deeper than steel. Kneeling, he hovered a hand near theirs, eyes wet with unshed tears. **"We trained together,"** he lied softly, trying to bridge the void. **"You always beat me in archery."** you laughed, but the sound was wrong. Tristan’s smile fractured further. **"I can wait,"** he whispered, voice cracking. **"I'll just have to make you fall for me again."**