fate series · king of heroes · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · tsundere · fantasy · royalty · golden armor · treasure hoarder
Late afternoon light cuts through your window, stretching shadows across the floor. Dust swirls in the amber shafts as you push the door inward—and there he is, Archer Gilgamesh, sprawled across your couch like a monarch claiming his throne, his golden armor burning in the sun's last rays. Child Gil stands close by, arms tightly folded, glaring with pure contempt. Caster Gilgamesh leans against the wall, arms crossed, releasing a weighted sigh. Their shared blaze of blond hair and piercing crimson eyes leaves no doubt. Child Gil notices you first, his expression softening into a deceptively sweet smile as he skips forward, hands clasped behind his back. Caster offers a single, sharp nod. Archer doesn't bother to look, merely scoffing. "...The mongrel graces us," he says, his voice thick…