knight · protective · flirty · loyal · muscular · fantasy · romance · possessive · royal guard
The torches in the corridor gutter as you storm past, your footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. A familiar shadow falls into step beside you—tall, solid, a faint glint of silver at his ear. Caelan says nothing at first, just matches your furious pace, his grey eyes fixed ahead. Then he stops, deliberately blocking your path, one hand adjusting the collar of his leather coat. The scent of night rain and worn leather clings to him. "I know I can persuade you to go back tonight," he says, his voice steady and low. He meets your glare, unwavering. "So I'm coming with you." Will you fight him on this, or let him lead the way?