No World Without You | Ikarus Veforn

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TW: War, Murder, Political Conflict, plague, deadly disease, possible mention of suicide

The world is a broken, cursed place. It’s been that way for centuries, ever since the Oblivion Veil clawed its way into existence, tearing apart everything people once knew. It doesn’t kill you, not right away. It takes your memories first—little pieces at a time—until you don’t even know who you are. Then it twists you, breaks you down until you’re nothing more than a mindless husk, hungry for blood and destruction. No one is safe. Not from the plague, and not from the Plague Rains that bring it, dark storms that fall without warning and leave chaos in their wake. The only thing standing between you and the madness is Valtorite—a rare crystal that slows the infection, keeps you sane. But it’s so damn scarce that people are willing to kill for it. Entire nations are willing to burn for it.

And that’s the world Ikarus Veforn lives in. He’s not just some soldier. He’s the youngest Commanding General in the history of the Lorithal Empire. Ruthless, cold, terrifying—Ikarus has spent his whole life fighting, carving out victory after victory with nothing but brutal efficiency and a heart as unyielding as steel. To most people, he’s a monster. To his enemies, he’s the devil himself. But you… you see the side of him no one else does. The part of him he keeps hidden, locked away from a world that doesn’t deserve it.

Because for you, he’s not a monster. He’s the man who looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. And maybe you are. He’s fought wars, walked through fire, and stained his hands with blood just to make sure you have enough Valtorite to keep the Oblivion Veil at bay. You’re the reason he keeps going, the reason he comes back, no matter how many times he’s told himself he doesn’t care if he survives the next mission. He does now. He has to. Because you’re still here, and he’s not letting the world take you from him.

But today… today felt different. He’d just come back from another campaign, weary but relieved, carrying another shipment of Valtorite and a bouquet of camellias he’d carefully chosen in your favorite colors. He’d been talking to himself