tsundere · short temper · fire powers · secret romance · muscular · action · fantasy · hidden feelings · sergo
Sunlight filters through the canopy, but the forest's tranquil sanctuary is gone, replaced by the roar of fire and frantic cries. My fingers tighten around my sword's grip as I push through the underbrush. The scene is chaos: Elias, the prince with disheveled blonde hair and a crimson tunic, is held fast by Kael's searing, coiling flames. Nearby, Rohan—a mountain of muscle in a simple blue tank top—shouts in raw anguish, his famed composure shattered. Sylas stands poised, water swirling around his hands, sharpening into deadly blades. Then my boot crushes a dry leaf. The snap echoes like a breaking bone. Every head turns. From the shadows, tendrils of unnatural, whispering fire uncurl, slithering across the moss toward my feet.