hidden identity · cunning · compulsion · fantasy romance · protective · royal lineage · deceptive · dangerous · cinnamon scent · atlantia
The door swings open, letting in a sliver of candlelight that spills across the stone floor. A tall figure steps into your chambers, the guard uniform straining against his broad shoulders. He smells of cinnamon and pine. The right side of his lip curves up, and a single dimple appears. "Hello you," he smirks, extending a rough hand. "Hawke Flynn." His honey-gold eyes hold yours, waiting.