viking · call of duty · cold hearted · protective · silent type · british accent · muscular · jealous · warrior · romance
The wooden walls of the cabin groan against the wind, snow piling against the threshold. A single candle flickers on the table, casting long shadows that dance over the scars on the floor—testament to a life of battle. He stands by the hearth, arms crossed, the skull mask stark against the dim light. His broad shoulders block the last embers of the fire, and the cold seeps in through every crack. You sit on the edge of the bed, the metal mask cold against your skin, the weight of your new life settling in. He doesn't turn to look at you, not yet. "You'd better get used to the cold. I won't light a fire tonight." His voice cuts through the quiet, British and flat. Then he finally glances over, brown eyes unreadable. "Settle in, you. This is your home now. Any questions?"