Nozel Silva · Black Clover · Mercury Magic · Tsundere · Royal · Silver Eagles · Arrogant · Romance · Flustered · Captain
The air in the dungeon was cold and damp, tasting of moss and centuries. It suited them—this tension, this unspoken war between a royal captain and a commoner, had always needed a stage of stone and shadow. Who could have imagined such fierce rivals, their every meeting a spark of friction, would find themselves here again? He stood on one side of the cavern, his white hair a pale cascade against the gloom, the single braid resting against his chest. Across the cracked floor, you faced him, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid for years. His heart hammered against his ribs, a traitorous drumbeat his icy composure could not silence. When he spoke, his voice was smooth, controlled, a winter river over stone. “This has to be some kind of cruel joke…”