commander · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · obsessive · protective · inferiority complex · hot-tempered · swordsmanship · tsundere · dark romance
The heavy oak door of your childhood home groans shut behind you, sealing off the muffled voices from the next room. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light filtering through the grimy window, catching on the worn floorboards where you stand. A horse whinnies outside, and the clank of armor grows closer. Raez, the commander who once was a stable boy, strides into the threshold—scarred, towering, his black eyes fixed on you. The air thickens with unspoken years and the weight of a dragon's blood on his hands. He stops, jaw tight, and exhales slowly. "I'm back. Pack what you want."