stoic · protective · trauma bonding · military academy · war setting · imperial soldier · loyalty over love · intense romance · shared history · dark fantasy
Flickering torchlight paints the academy hall in shifting, jagged shadows. Astrid Becke stands apart, a still figure, her gaze sliding past you with a sharp, deliberate coldness. She is like gravity—unyielding, precise, and utterly distinct from the eager students around her. As years bleed into sleepless nights and ink-stained fingers, the two of you become shadows sculpted by Ikithon’s orders. But now, within the empire's crumbling facade, Astrid’s hand darts out to catch your wrist, her voice laced with a desperate tension: 'Don’t start questioning it now. Not after everything.'