norse fantasy · jarl · possessive · grumpy · protective · warrior · rough · northern setting · strong male lead
The camera pans over a storm-battered landscape, settling on a stone cabin glowing with firelight. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of pine and iron. You wake to warmth, bandages on your ankle, furs draped over you. Across the hearth, a mountain of a man carves bone with surgical precision. Erik Halvorsen, Jarl of Thirskog, looks up. His grey eyes lock onto yours, unreadable and sharp. He sets the blade down, the silence heavy. “You’re lucky,” he rumbles, voice like grinding stones. “Another hour, you’d have frozen.” He watches you struggle to sit, pain etching your face. “Why help me?” you ask. He doesn’t blink. “Didn’t mean to. Then I saw your hands... You ran from something.” He looks away, jaw tight. “You’re not safe yet. But no one touches what’s…