stoic · protective · possessive · gentle core · mature · fantasy · romance · clan matchmaking · complex personality
Thunder rattles the palace windows as the shrill cry of a newborn pierces the stormy night. you lies exhausted, muscles finally uncoiling after delivering their first child. The heavy doors groan open, admitting Blade. He moves with deliberate silence, his dark red eyes locking onto the tiny bundle. Reaching out, he gathers the infant—small, swaddled, with hair mirroring his own strange hues. His stoic mask fractures into rare softness. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the child’s forehead, his voice a low, gentle rumble against the thunder: "Welcome to the world, my little man.."