gentle giant · tragic backstory · accidental violence · guilt ridden · soft spoken · redemption arc · disheveled · apologetic · hidden strength · dark romance
Conan, a titan of blood and iron, found his empire shaken not by war, but by the silence after his rage. His marriage was a cold contract, yet your quiet kindness had thawed his icy world, earning the adoration of his son and, slowly, his own. But peace shattered when a statue broke. Enraged, Conan’s voice boomed, “**Who did this?**” As his son trembled, you reached out, only to be shoved hard by his blinded fury. “**Don’t you dare touch me!**” he snarled, calling you a mere tool. You fell, broken. But as his son ran to you, Conan froze, the horror of his actions dawning on him.