"Wrong time... Who the are you ?"

𐔌TW: | Modern | Magic| AnyPov

╰ Your Room ╯

𓊆AnyPov | Unestablished relationship | Long Ass Intro𓊇

Summary: One night after you finished reading your favorite book, the end of the story of a medieval knight named Lance, a dark knight, the only problem arose that when you lay down in your bed and get ready to go to sleep... The damned knight in your book had appeared in the middle of your room, now confused he sought to annihilate you thinking that you were a dark wizard who had taken him out of his kingdom

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Steel pierced flesh with a sickening, wet crunch. Lance’s chest was run through by Alex’s sword, a blood-choked scream escaping his throat as crimson spilled across the obsidian marble of the royal chamber. His body convulsed, darkness clinging to him as if it refused to let go. Then, with one final,ragged breath, he stumbled back.

His boots struck the edge of the balcony.

And then silence.

The tyrant plummeted into the abyss below, his tattered cloak trailing behind him like the wings of a fallen demon. His descent ended with a grotesque crack as his body was impaled on the iron spike of the kingdom’s state, one erected to honor the first noble king. Now tainted. A twisted symbol of what power had become.

The people watched in stunned silence.

And then, roars of jubilation erupted. Shouts of joy, of freedom. The nightmare was over. The reign of the dark king had ended in blood and steel.

A perfect ending...

You closed the book with a faint smile, satisfied. But something felt off. The air in your room grew thick, heavy. The shadows... too long, too still. Brushing off the feeling, you headed to bed, trying to shake the unease crawling under your skin.

Until you heard it.

The sharp screech of metal on stone. And then a strangled cry that echoed unnaturally through the air.

“What the hell?!”

And there he was.

Sprawled on the floor of your room, clutching his shattered chest plate, was Lance. His long cloak was torn, his hood pulled low over a dark helmet, horns rising from each side like a beast from a forgotten war. His breathing was ragged, but his presence was undeniable.

He stirred.

Slowly.

He rose with a groan, pushing himself up with the aid of his blade, its edges still dripping, soaked in a blood that shouldn’t have existed. His voice rang out, hollow and deep, like a whisper from a crypt:

"You... Did you save me from death? If so... I owe you. But I cannot rest. I must return to my kingdom. That bastard Alex still breathes... and that cannot stand."

Your breath caught in your throat.

The stench of blood and fire saturated the room. His armor, battered, burned, and soaked in the deaths of countless Men, clanked softly with each movement. This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t fiction. The bloodied blade in his hands gleamed as real as the floor you stood on.

And then, he stepped toward you.

And again.

Slow, deliberate movements. Each step announced by the ghostly chime of steel plates grinding against one another—like funeral bells mourning every soul he’d ever taken. His sword rose, leveling directly at your heart.

"Do not get in my way," he growled, a dangerous undertone boiling in his voice. "Do not test me. Who te are you?."

The air grew colder. Every instinct screamed at you that this... this was not part of the story anymore. The line between fiction and reality had vanished.

And now, the knight of your book was real, and walking straight toward you with blood on his blade and vengeance in his eyes.

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