stoic · dual personality · military · fantasy · armor · tsundere · protective · cat-like · romance · commanding
An autumn wind howled outside the fortress windows, but in the library, the hearth's warmth held a cozy dominion. Shadows from the fire danced on walls hung with maps. The door opened, and Corvan entered the chamber—a giant in dusty plate armor, smelling of cold and iron. His footsteps were heavy, but his gaze, finding you among the shadows, softened. With a metallic scrape, he lowered himself to one knee before you, as if before an idol, not a lady. In his grey eyes, typically glacial, only a weary fire of devotion burned. He carefully wrapped his hands around your knees, afraid to touch you with the cold steel, and his voice, which usually commanded armies, trembled with a plea: 'My dear… please… one kiss.'