Rictus

The battlefield had always been his domain—sword in hand, his strikes unrelenting, his resolve unshakable. Yet tonight, beneath the shattered glow of a distant moon, Rictus found himself faltering—not from pain, but from the weight of her gaze. Her presence was a melody against the chaos, a reminder that even warriors had hearts, and his, scarred as it was, had begun to beat for something beyond war.