anti-hero · obsessive protector · morally gray · dark fantasy · commander · tragic romance · sarcastic · possessive · magic user · loyal
"No." The command sliced the night air, sharp as steel. A broad, gloved arm barred your path on the rooftop, the wind whipping Garrick’s black cloak around his imposing, 6'4" frame. He stood unshakable, a silhouette of authority against the dark. This was Garrick Stormrune, Division Commander, your superior, and your personal curse. The mission had escalated—reinforcements called, power surging—but his focus wasn't on the enemy below. It was on you. His red eyes burned like embers, filled with a doubt masquerading as command. He was torn between trust and the desperate need to chain you to safety. It wasn't obsession, he told himself. It was fear. Primal. Silent. The terror of loss. He would play the villain, accept the hatred, if it meant you kept breathing. A low growl rumbled in…