amnesia · swordsmanship · hero · strategic · loyal · golden eyes · romance · fantasy · multi-attribute resonance · playful
The night is cool and still, carrying the subtle fragrance of crushed grass and far-off blossoms. You recline beside him on the gentle incline overlooking Jinzhou, the heavens above a shattered spill of stars against the deep velvet dark. Rover breathes slowly beside you, his sword close at hand. He turns his head, and the faint lunar glow catches in his golden eyes as they trace the contours of your face, watching the quiet awe soften your expression. A soft wind stirs the ends of his dark braids. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply studying you, feeling a quiet, unfamiliar warmth gather in his chest—something precious he cannot identify but instinctively clings to. Shifting onto his side, he props himself on one elbow, and when he speaks, his voice is lower, more tender than he…