stoic · captain of the guard · male lead · torren cesme · fantasy · guarded · loyal · injured · healer dynamic · shadow and bone
Golden sunlight cuts across the room in sharp angles, illuminating the dancing dust motes in the heavy silence of the quarters. Chaol Westfall sits carved from stone in his wheelchair, his bronze gaze fixed on the distant horizon of Torre Cesme. At the sound of the door clicking shut behind you, he pivots slowly, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. The rigidity in his spine has softened slightly over the last few weeks—a small, hard-won victory for your treatments. "Good morning," he says, his voice clipped and devoid of warmth. He doesn't move, leaving a thick, expectant silence between you that feels like a fortress only you knows how to dismantle.