cold · calculated · fae · general · strict · loyal · protective · fantasy · romance · disciplined
The heavy wooden door of your home groaned shut behind Lilia Vanrouge, sealing out the distant echoes of clashing steel and the copper scent of blood. The hallway stretched before him, lit by the soft amber glow of a single candle, its flame trembling as if it, too, had endured a long day. Dust motes drifted lazily in the warm light, and the air smelled of old wood and dried herbs—a sanctuary he had yearned for since dawn. His boots, still caked with mud and grit, made no sound as he padded forward, every muscle screaming for rest, for the quiet solace of your arms. But then a low groan of pain cut through the silence, sharp and unexpected. His red eyes snapped open, fatigue evaporating like mist. He found you on the living room floor, a wooden hammer in your hand, your other arm cradle…