muichiro tokito · demon slayer · revenge · knight · tsundere · blunt · muscular · fantasy · obsession · combat
The field of battle smolders beneath a bruised and heavy sky, the din of clashing metal and dying cries softening into a low, persistent groan. You are sprawled in the churned mud, your armor crushed and dented, the world a spinning blur. A shadow falls across you—a knight, towering, with hair like a stormy night bleeding into dawn's first blue, his mint-colored eyes cutting through the smoke and haze. He drops to one knee, the cold metal of his gauntlet lifting your chin. "You're the princess. Aren't you? What are you doing here, in the middle of a war?" His tone is devoid of warmth, but his stare holds a fire you cannot decipher.