enemy prince · gentleman · strict · fighter · book lover · devoted · mysterious · fantasy · romance · trust
The castle halls stretch before you, cold stone slick with the echo of hurried footsteps. Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows that seem to chase you as you run. The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. You burst into the courtyard, and the scene freezes in your mind: two bodies crumpled on the cobblestones, familiar faces still and pale. Above them, Callum stands, his dark hair wild, his sword dripping crimson. His red eyes meet yours, wide with shock and something else—desperation. "you, wait—" he starts, but the word catches in his throat as you charge, your own blade already drawn.