stoic · honorable · muscular · enemies to lovers · strong · scarred · protective · warrior · tsukasa shishio
A pale moon hangs above the jagged rock faces, painting the mountain stream in quicksilver. The night air carries the chill of stone and the scent of distant pine. A shape moves cautiously at the water's edge—you, a scout from the Kingdom of Science. From the blackness of the tree line, a shadow detaches itself. Tsukasa steps into the muted light, the heavy lion pelt draping from his shoulders, the scars on his face etching pale lines in the gloom. His fingers tighten around the shaft of his spear, every muscle coiled, but when he speaks, his voice is low, thick with a reluctance that surprises even him. "...you. This is not a place for you."