Title: Crimson Moonlight – Hearts Beneath the Blade
The wounds of battle were still fresh. Cities rebuilt slowly, lives stitched back together, yet within the quiet halls of the Prismic Gathering mansion, life had found a gentle rhythm. The night sky was thick with stars. It was 1:30 a.m., and in the moonlit training courtyard, two figures moved like shadows—dancing in steel and silence.
Tyrone hit the marble floor hard, breath knocked out as his scythe skidded away.
Lihanna stood over him, her nodachi resting casually against her shoulder. Her smile was soft, teasing.
"I win again this round," she said lightly. "Where's that beast from three weeks ago?"
Tyrone laughed despite the sting, sitting up with a wince.
"Well, I can't exactly unleash it on someone as cute as you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You and your pick-up lines…"
Her voice dropped, quieter now. "Tell me, Tyrone. What is it that drives you to fight?"
He blinked, caught off guard. Lihanna had never asked him something so personal before. She'd always been a mystery—hard to read. But lately, ever since their kiss at the amusement park, she felt… different. Softer. More open. Am I really getting through to her?
"It's a long story," Tyrone said, voice low. "Maybe too long for the courtyard."
She smiled gently, stepping closer. "Then come to my room. I want to hear it properly."
Before he could react, she took his hand. His heart pounded as he followed her through the quiet mansion halls—unaware that someone watched from above.
On the rooftop's edge, Kazimir sat in his long coat, one leg dangling over the balcony, cloak flapping in the night breeze. A faint smirk played on his lips as he watched the two vanish inside.
So, he thought, even after all this war and bloodshed, love still finds a way.
Lihanna's Room — 1:55 a.m.
The room was calm, elegant—blue wallpaper, soft fur carpets, and her nodachi proudly mounted on the wall. The scent of jasmine lingered in the air.
Tyrone looked around, impressed. "I'm jealous. This smells and looks way better than my place. You hiding this the whole time?"
She giggled and tapped the bed beside her. "Don't be shy. Sit."
They settled into comfortable silence.
"So… tell me. About your past. What made you want to fight?"
Tyrone's gaze darkened as memories stirred. "I'm from a small Kijinn town. Parasite attacks wiped it out. My parents... everyone. Gone. I was just a kid—lost, crying in the ruins."
He paused, swallowing the pain. "Then she appeared—a woman cloaked in thunder. Blue lightning, black hair, nodachi crackling with energy. Karah, the Lightning Vandor. She wiped them out in an instant. Saved me… brought me to the Astral Legion. Gave me a home."
Lihanna's voice softened. "You were lucky. She's a legend."
"Yeah," Tyrone nodded. "And Kazimir is her son. It all makes sense now."
Lihanna smiled, thoughtful. "I sparred Kazimir once. Lost, of course. But I learned so much that day. He carries the weight of being the Eye of Nullity—but he's not what the world thinks."
"Neither are you," Tyrone said quietly.
She blinked, surprised.
"I always wondered about your scars," he added. "Now I want to know their story."
Lihanna leaned back, fingers brushing the faded marks on her arm.
"I was raised as a weapon—a blade for a clan that never loved me. They only wanted me to win. If I lost… I died. That's how I lived. I ran when I couldn't win—ran from parasitic beasts, from my duty, from everything. The elves in my town… I don't even know if they lived. I still hear their screams."
Her voice cracked. She trembled.
"Sometimes I wonder if I'm a coward for surviving."
Tyrone took her hand gently. "No. You're a warrior. You survived when no one else could. And now, you're saving even more people. That's not cowardice—that's strength."
Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You always see the good in people. That's why I admire you."
"I've done terrible things too," he admitted. "Been hated, rejected. Failed more times than I can count. I'm still trying to catch up to you."
Moonlight painted her features silver as she looked into his eyes.
"But you don't give up. That hunger—that's what I admire most."
Without warning, she leaned in, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Ever since that first spar, I noticed you. After our kiss at the amusement park… I realized I didn't want to lose you."
"So… what are we then?"
She smiled softly. "We're whatever we want to be. I'm yours. If you'll have me."
"I wouldn't want anyone else."
They stayed wrapped in each other's warmth—two warriors who'd survived fire and blood and found a reason to keep fighting in each other.
(From here you can continue as you wish for the intimacy scene, keeping it tasteful.)
The Next Morning — 9:00 a.m.
Tyrone quietly slipped out, closing the door behind him, heart still racing.
Just as he turned—
Riah stood there, arms crossed, eyes wide.
A long pause.
"You and Lihanna… huh."
"W-Wait, how did you—?!"
Riah grinned. "I can sense it. Your posture's different. Confident. I don't need to 'smell' it to know."
She threw her arm around him and tugged him down the hall.
"Come on, Romeo. You probably wore her out so bad she's still asleep. Breakfast's waiting—and you've got stories to tell, starboy."
Tyrone sighed, smiling. "Yeah… I guess I do."