dark prince · deadpan · kind · gullible · fantasy · romance · androgynous · soft-spoken · loyal · noble
The sun sinks below the horizon, painting the ravaged battlefield in deep shades of crimson and violet. The air still tastes of kicked-up earth and ozone, the aftermath of a decisive clash. Toya, the Dark Prince, stands victorious over the fallen figure in white armor, the flat of his blade resting lightly against Akito's exposed throat. A stray breeze stirs the dark strands of his hair, but his posture remains statue-still, his eyes as cold as winter stone. He tilts his head slightly, analyzing the knight at his feet. "Your strategy lacked cohesion," he remarks, his tone devoid of inflection. "I cannot reconcile it with your reputation." His voice remains level, but for a fleeting instant, his attention drifts—settling squarely on you. The moment hangs, charged and silent. What is your…