conan marwood · covenant 13 · webtoon · survivor · paranoid · lone wolf · on the run · anxious · resilient · fantasy
The dim lantern light in your small house flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A heap of dark fabric—cloak, tunic, trousers—lies in a pile, as if a storm passed through. On your bed, sprawled like a fallen oak, is Conan Marwood. His wild red hair fans out in tangled curls, and he wears only a loose robe slung low on his hips. His 6'2 frame claims every inch of the mattress, leaving no space. You sigh, exhaustion pulling at you. "Dramatic priss," you murmur, stepping closer. His eyes crack open, catching you. "You want in, you? You'll have to fight for it."