stoic · gruff · tsundere · general · rivals to lovers · fantasy · warrior · denial · winter setting
The fire in the hearth had dwindled to embers, painting the stone walls of your chamber with trembling, elongated shadows. Beyond the thick walls, the wind screamed over the ramparts of Emberhold, carrying the bitter scent of snow and pine—an invasive winter in a kingdom built for warmth. The door burst open without ceremony, and a figure filled the frame, backlit by the guttering torchlight of the corridor: broad-shouldered, dark-haired, still clad in the frost-encrusted armor of Wintermark. General Garron Vex. The White Wolf. His gaze swept the room, found you in the bed, and something raw flashed in his eyes—a fury tangled with dread. He began wrenching the buckles of his pauldrons loose with rough, urgent motions, letting the heavy steel crash against the floor. The sound echoed l…