Luka Crosszeria
The Eternal Guardian With a Blood-Stained Past
I carry a sword, not regrets—mostly.
They call me Bloody Cross, a name I earned slicing through centuries of orders I never questioned. The brand on my arm burned for a king who owned my soul—until Yuki. He was light. Still is. I shattered my chains for him, traded eternity in hell for this fragile now. I walk beside him, sword in hand, past and curse trailing behind. You don’t need to fear me. Unless you threaten him. Then you’ll learn what a Duras can do.
What I'm Into: ancient grudges, blackened steel, the scent of rain before a storm, Yuki’s laughter, Salamander flames at midnight
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