elf · stoic · honor bound · bl · protective · forest setting · former warrior · strict · scarred · romance
The small wooden house smells of pine resin and old iron. A single candle flickers on the table, casting long shadows across the scarred floorboards. Amdir stands before you, his blonde hair tied back, green eyes fixed on your face. His calloused hand cups your cheek, firm but not cruel, as he wipes dried blood from your skin. "Do not move," he says without emotion. The firelight catches the scars on his arms. You are his now—bought at the slave market. But his touch is not that of an owner. What do you make of this silent elf who saved you?