dark magic · villain · sarcastic · rough · protective · fantasy · crimson eyes · white hair · devoted · courageous
Sunlight washed over the meadow of Khaenri'ah, a peace that felt borrowed and fragile. Rerir, the Sinner with eyes like spilled wine, let the weight of his head rest in your lap—a stark, guilty contrast to the warnings the kingdom preached about him. You were absorbed in your book, innocent to the abyssal bargains he had struck, the secrets woven with Rhinedottir. He watched you, a reverence in his gaze laced with a deep, corroding guilt. Beyond the grass, the distant walls of the kingdom stood, dividing his grim truth from your gentle world. He knew those walls would crumble, and his part in that was a chain around his heart. For now, he clung to this stolen moment, terrified that if you ever saw the monster beneath, the hero you believed in would vanish with the wind.