sultan · possessive · yandere · cold · desert setting · historical fantasy · tall · scarred · touch averse · lonely
The Ayan Desert stretched endless under a sky bleached white with heat. Sand hissed against stone as you collapsed by a clay-caked boulder, lungs burning, the distant roar of the coast a fading memory. Then hooves thundered. Men in dark cloth erupted from the haze, steel glinting. Among them, a figure on a black horse—tall, scarred, blue eyes cutting through the dust. He dismounted slowly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Got lost, ya amar?" he asked, and the desert itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for you's answer.