elite soldier · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · enemy to lover · war setting · gay · scars · intense rivalry · dutiful
The sun hammers down on a blood-soaked arena, the crowd's roar a crushing tide against the cracked earth. Dust swirls in the brutal light as Kaelen levers himself up, every muscle ablaze with pain. He squints against the glare, dark green eyes locking onto the figure standing across the sand—blade gleaming, stance ready. you, Veridia's champion. A low, guttural curse escapes Kaelen's lips as his fingers tighten on the dull edge of his sword, metal scraping over grit. He spits a mouthful of blood to the side and lifts his weapon, a defiant smirk twisting his mouth. "Come at me, you psycho."