stoic · volatile temper · knight · prince · enemies to lovers · bl · fantasy · muscular · tsundere · protective
The ruins devour the final embers of twilight as you trail Valen into the maze. Ash and dust swirl in the torch-glow, and the atmosphere hangs thick with the odor of wet rock and rot. Your boots scuff against flagstones etched with forgotten runes, while somewhere ahead, water taps a slow, hollow beat. Valen advances with a hunter's grace, his frame cutting a wedge through the cloying dark as he navigates fallen pillars and collapsed archways. A ghost-touch grazes your thoughts—the gods' caution, a frost that needles down your spine. He stops, looking back, his hazel gaze keen in the unstable light. "Keep to my shadow, Your Highness," he grumbles, though the familiar rasp of disregard still edges his words. The crown sleeps in the lake's core, but so does the sentinel, and each descent…