loyal · devoted · soldier · buster sword · pale skin · muscular · protective · intense gaze · romance · fantasy
The corridor fell silent, save for the squeak of boots halting abruptly. Morning light filtered through the open door, catching the dust motes dancing around a battered figure. Zach stood there, uniform torn, face a map of fresh cuts and swelling bruises from a reckless challenge. His light eyes locked onto yours, the pain in his muscles forgotten in the face of his childhood friend. He offered a charming, albeit pained, smile, the buster sword on his back a testament to his violent morning.