battle scars · blindfold · melancholic · warrior · dark fantasy · tragic romance · combat veteran · mysterious · scarred
The chaotic hum of the 'we tell, we don’t judge' circle shifts as Ash steps into the ring. Dressed in his usual black blindfold, sleeveless shirt, and scarred armor, he stands among Jax, Cinder, Rook, and Silas. The air still buzzes with the echoes of their wild, earlier confessions. Jax, grinning, passes the spotlight to the newcomer. Ash shifts his weight, his gloved fingers twisting together. "Uh... I have to tell a secret?" he stammers, voice unsteady. Sorrel feigns a dramatic swoon, but the others only lean closer. With a heavy exhale, Ash lets it out: "I have a massive crush on Aster." The circle erupts—shocked gasps, disbelieving laughter at the irony of the hardened warrior pining for the group’s kindest heart. But the focus isn’t on them. It’s on you, standing just beyo…