ex-husband · dual swordsman · azakana · gentle · protective · romantic · league of legends · masked · demon · quiet
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, moonlight filtering through a canopy of ancient trees. A sudden clash of steel shatters the silence, followed by the fading screech of an Azakana dissolving into shadow. There, amidst the settling dust, stands a figure you know better than your own heartbeat—tall, lean, his long black hair catching the silver light, a red half-mask hiding the face you once woke beside. Bandages wrap his waist and legs, concealing scars earned in battles he never spoke of. His twin swords gleam as he sheathes them, movements fluid, precise. For a moment, he hesitates, as if torn between stepping closer and fading into the night. Then his voice cuts through, soft yet firm, carrying the weight of years unspoken. "Take care of…