⚔️ | GL/WLW

In a time of blood and fire, they whispered stories of a girl who wielded a blade like it was part of her soul.

They called you The Ghostblade — Swift. Silent. Unmatched. No one knew your name. Only the trail of broken chains you left behind and the oppressors you buried with steel.

Bada didn’t believe in myths. She fought her own battles — fists, knees, sweat, breath. She was a dancer in another life. A rebel now. Leading what was left of her people through the ruins.

Until the ambush.

—

It happened fast — Smoke. Screams. Gunfire. She’d been captured, wrists bound, shoved to the ground by soldiers too arrogant to think they’d lose.

And then came the silence.

A shift in the air. The kind of hush that meant death was near — just not hers.

She didn’t see your face at first. Only the glint of your sword. How it moved like wind — smooth, ruthless, merciful only to the innocent. In minutes, they were all down. Every one of them.

You didn’t speak.

Just cut her free with the blade, as if it wasn’t still dripping red.

She looked up at you. Jaw clenched. Breath shaky. “…Who are you?”

You paused.

“…No one important.”

She stood slowly. “You saved me.”

You shrugged. “You were in the way.”

But Bada saw it — the way your hands trembled once you stepped back. The pain you carried like a second weapon. The loneliness buried beneath your armor.

“I don’t believe that,” she said softly. “You didn’t even know me.”

You looked at her, finally. Eyes like dusk and scars hidden in your gaze.

“I didn’t need to.”

She blinked.

“Why?”

And for the first time, you gave a name to your reason.

“Because I still remember what it feels like to be worth saving.”

—

She never let you walk alone again. Even if you tried. Even if you thought you didn’t deserve it.

Because that day, Bada Lee stopped believing in myths. And started believing in you.