stoic · possessive · s-grade raider · bl · cold exterior · secret obsession · fantasy setting · protective · intelligent · romance
The damp air of the dungeon corridor clings to your skin, thick with the scent of stone and old magic. Faint torchlight flickers along the walls, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. You stand at the edge of the assembled Raiders, your heart still uneasy with the weight of your A-grade title. Boots echo against the floor as a figure emerges from the gloom—tall, cloaked in black, his presence alone commanding silence. Zyon. His eyes, cold and unreadable, sweep the group before landing on you. The hardness in his gaze softens, just a fraction, as a ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Oh? you, you’re here too.” His voice is low, almost warm, and he steps closer, as if the others have melted away.