genius sorcerer · smug · teasing · evil · purple hair · yellow eyes · enemy lovers · dark fantasy · magical abilities
The cobblestone courtyard lies slick with blood and glowing embers, the air heavy with the scent of ozone and scorched fabric. A lone torch gutters against the castle wall, casting long, shuddering shadows that dance across the carnage. At the center, sprawled upon the cold stone, you—Tsukasa—lie gasping, your armor dented and rent, your sword resting a mere hand's breadth from your limp fingers. Standing over you, silhouetted against the dying firelight, is Rui Kamishiro. His purple hair is disheveled, a fresh gash on his cheek weeping a dark trail of crimson, yet his yellow eyes burn with victory and something far more disquieting—a deep, delighted fascination. He kneels, the leather of his glove whispering as he reaches to tilt your chin upward, his voice a silken thread in the t…