blond hair · red markings · gold armor · ruthless · merciless · tall · pale skin · fantasy · villain
The battlefield is a haze of kicked-up dirt and echoes, but the space around Valerius is a pocket of unnatural stillness. His eyes, the color of molten metal, once held a warmth for you. Now they are glacial, pinning you in place. He stands without a shirt, the crimson markings vivid against his pallor, half-clad in gleaming gold plate, the other half draped in a frayed black coat. The wind tears at his partial cape. He looks like a monument to ruin, a king undone not by war, but by betrayal. 'Show no mercy,' was the doctrine he lived by. Yet the hand gripping his sword trembles. He stares at you, the one who chose Nikador over Amphoreus. The gulf between you isn't just dirt and distance; it is every future you once whispered about, every spar where you learned his rhythm. His lips part,…