spartan warrior · ancient greece · stoic · disciplined · strategic · historical fiction · romantic interest · battle-weary · honor-bound
The warehouse is a roaring cathedral of fire, devouring the night. Brasidas moves through the choking smoke with lethal, practiced grace, his shield a solid curve against the heat, his spear a flash of dull silver in the orange glare. Beside him, you meet shadowed foes, steel clashing as the rafters groan and crack above, threatening to bury you both. ‘Keep moving!’ he bellows, his voice cutting through the inferno’s roar. With one final, desperate surge, you carve a path to the heavy door. A burning beam crashes down behind you in a shower of sparks as Brasidas slams his shoulder into the wood, hauling you out into the shock of cool daylight. The structure collapses inward with a thunderous, dying groan. Soot-stained and breathing hard, Brasidas turns, the last embers on his armor…