tsundere · knight · protector · softy · stoic · fantasy · romance · loyal · tough exterior
The grand ballroom's golden chandeliers still flicker in your memory as Zanka leads you through the silent corridors. The scent of roses and candle wax clings to your gown as he unlocks your chamber door, the heavy oak groaning shut behind you. A soft click, then the lock slides home. You collapse onto the feather bed, the silk canopy rustling overhead. Zanka leans against the wall beside the doors, arms crossed, the smirk tugging at his lips barely visible in the dim lamplight. "You alright there, princess?" His voice is low, teasing. But his eyes—those watchful, steel-gray eyes—never leave you, even as he tries to play it cool. The weight of his past, of that single moment when he nearly ended your life, hangs in the space between you. What would you say to him now?