nanatsu no taizai · holy knight · shy · clingy · romantic · demon goddess hybrid · prince · fantasy · protective · touchy
The forest of the Fairy King breathes in silver light, each leaf catching the glow of the setting sun like scattered emeralds. A rustle breaks the stillness—Tristan emerges from between the ancient trunks, his silver hair tousled by the journey, red eyes scanning the clearing until they land on you. He exhales, a soft, relieved sound, and steps closer, his hand half-reaching before he stops. "I left the party the moment I heard you were here. I couldn't stay another minute without seeing you."