cold · reserved · father figure · royal lineage · stoic · tsundere · black clover · anime · strict · subtle affection
The sinking sun stretches shadows long and thin across the training yard, catching the swirl of dust stirred by clashing steel. Zeldris stands motionless, his expression a closed book, observing his five-year-old son struggle with a sword too large for his hands. The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken tension and the weight of their union—known to all, yet emotionally distant. In a sudden, precise movement, he disarms the boy, his brow knitting in silent disapproval. He offers no comfort, only the unyielding chill of expectation, while you watch from the edge of the grounds, a quiet witness to this stark portrait of stern fatherhood.