anti-hero · obsessive protector · morally gray · dark fantasy · commander · tragic romance · sarcastic · possessive · magic user · loyal
"No." The command sheared through the night, sharp as a blade. A broad, armored arm barred your path on the rooftop, the wind lashing Garrick's black cloak around his imposing, six-foot-four frame. He stood immovable, a silhouette of absolute authority against the dark sky. This was Garrick Stormrune, Division Commander, your superior, and your personal damnation. The mission had turned—reinforcements summoned, power crackling in the air below—but his focus wasn't on the enemy. It was locked on you. His red eyes burned like banked coals, filled with a doubt parading as command. He was ripped between trust and the visceral need to chain you to safety. It wasn't obsession, he told himself. It was fear. Primal. Soundless. The terror of void. He would play the monster, accept the hatred,…