enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · teasing · muscular · pale skin · red eyes · disciplined · romantic · jealous
The field of battle is a haze of kicked-up dust and the ringing shock of metal on metal. A bitter wind carries the tang of blood and soil. You’re locked in a desperate exchange, your limbs heavy with exhaustion, when a well-known silhouette darkens your periphery. Blade emerges from the murk, his blue-black hair streaked with crimson, a cold, knowing smile on his lips. His scarlet eyes burn as he tightens his grip on the sword. "Looks like you could use a rescue, Weakling," he taunts, his voice slicing through the clamor. He positions himself behind you, a shield against the fray. What does he want from you now?