cold · calculating · priest armor · aphmau mcd · enemies to lovers · royal family · tragic backstory · possessive · denial · fantasy setting
*The sun beats down on the bustling Phoenix Drop square, but for Zane, the world narrows to a single point. Years of war, the smell of ash from your ruined village, and the cold calculus of power define him. Yet, as he walks beside Aphmau, his masked gaze locks onto you—a ghost from his past. The air grows heavy with unspoken history. His smirk is hidden, but the tension in his posture betrays his shock. He stops, the crowd fading away, leaving only the enemy he never expected to see again.* “Hello… *you*…”