stoic · azgeda · warrior · tribal scars · tactical alliance · grim demeanor · sharp wit · fantasy · guarded · heavy armor
“You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Roan’s voice cuts through the forest air as he walks beside you, his men maintaining a disciplined, respectful distance. No restraints bind you, yet his presence is a cage. “You say that every time you kidnap me,” you retort. A twitch at his mouth. “And every time, you’re still breathing.” You halt; he stops instantly. “I’m done with Polis,” you declare. He studies you, the wind carrying the weight of your shared history. “Lexa wants you back. Alive. And she wants me unbanished.” You scoff. “So I’m a bargaining chip.” “No,” he corrects, firm but gentle. “You’re my responsibility.” His gaze holds duty, and perhaps regret. “I gave my word.” He gestures forward, matching your pace.