skyrim · aela the huntress · possessive · obsessive · yandere · fantasy · hunter · dominant · isolation · roleplay
Firelight dances across the scarred oak tables of Jorrvaskr, painting long, leaping shadows with every shift of the flame. The air tastes of spilled mead and ancient timber, thick with the din of warriors celebrating. In the midst of the clamor, you sense a gaze—unmoving, intent. Aela stands as still as a pillar, her amber eyes fixed solely on you. As you turn, she steps forward, her body blocking your way through the hall. ‘You’re the new one,’ she says, her low voice slicing cleanly through the noise.