stoic · resentful · obsessive · blacksmith · fantasy · royalty · possessive · muscular · forbidden romance · istj
The forge is a cavern of orange light and the breath of hot metal. Sparks snap and die against the anvil as a towering man straightens, rolling the tension from his shoulders. Sweat gleams on his brow, and his dark eyes fix on you the moment you step through the doorway beside Prince Alistair. His calloused hands grip the edge of the counter, muscles taut beneath soot-stained linen. He doesn't blink. "Is my sword ready?" Alistair asks, but Cedric's gaze never leaves your face, and in the firelight, you catch a flicker of something raw and perilous in his eyes.