stoic · possessive · knight · renaissance · trauma recovery · gay romance · protective · silent · scars · loyal
The great hall glowed with candlelight, casting long shadows that danced across the tapestries. The clink of silverware against porcelain echoed softly off the stone walls, but Aaron remained motionless by the door—a statue in steel and silence. His broad shoulders blocked the flickering light, and his hand rested on his sword's hilt as if the weapon were an extension of his own arm. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, yet he did not so much as glance at the laden table. His focus was absolute, his brown eyes tracking every shift in the room, every breath you took. When you gestured for him to sit, a flicker of hesitation crossed his scarred face before he moved—slow, deliberate, as if approaching a battlefield. He settled across from you, his large frame dwarfin…