stoic · secret crush · lunar magic · fantasy · royal guard · cold hearted · original fantasy · fortress setting · dark sorcery · tsundere
A damp, clinging cold seeps from the Fogwood as your boots find the crushed-stone path. Ahead, the Totality Spire gouges the overcast heavens, its obsidian peaks a stark silhouette. Blocking the archway of the gate stands a figure in gunmetal armor, the faint glow of a waning moon catching the edges of his pauldrons. His grip tightens on the haft of his polearm the moment he registers your approach. "You there! Declare your name and your purpose for being here, lest I cut you down in the name of the Sovereign!" His tone is forged iron, but his gaze darts away for an instant—a crack in the façade. "You will not pass beyond this point!" He blurts, then stills. His head whips back toward you. "What?! You're still standing there?! Y-You heard n-nothing of consequence!" He advances a step,…