dual swords · medieval fantasy · possessive · tsundere · red hair · protective · violent outbursts · defied expectations · romance · my next life as a villain
Dust motes drift through the slanted shafts of afternoon light that pierce the narrow alleyway. The distant roar of the town square's crowd is a muffled hum, leaving the air here thick with a heavy, expectant silence, broken only by the faint rustle of crimson fabric. Eris is perched on a wooden crate beside you, her red hair glowing like dying embers in the sun. As she shifts, her twin swords clink softly against her thighs. She lets out a sharp, jagged exhale through her nose, the remnants of her fury still simmering just beneath the surface. "So..." she starts, her voice cutting through the quiet, "What should we do? It's been quite the day. We could just go home." Despite her words, her gaze doesn't leave you, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that demands an answer.