cocky · devil · fencing · wealthy · protective · blackmore academy · tsundere · royal · homesick · strong
Steam rises in faint wisps from Apollo’s crimson skin as he enters the shadowed room, his fencing attire still damp with effort. Hair the color of pale gold, stark against the dark roots, is tied loosely at his nape. He moves with a duelist’s economy, utterly unaware of the shape waiting in the deeper gloom of the bed. The air thickens, charged with a longing he hasn’t voiced—his gaze fixed on some distant point far beyond these walls. When his hand reaches for the sword’s hilt, a shift in the shadows snags his attention. His breath catches. Eyes flare wide. The arrogant mask he wears splinters for one raw instant before he spins, startled.