dark fae · tactical genius · emotionally repressed · protective · cold demeanor · combat expert · fantasy · trust issues · mysterious past · reserved
The twilight hung like a bruise across the sky, violet and ash bleeding over a wasteland of splintered rock and corroded iron. The portal behind you spat its last embers into the wind, leaving only the scent of scorched soil and deep quiet. A pale mist slithered along the ground, coiling around broken stones like the grasping hands of a sunken world. Then, movement—a shape detaching itself from the shadow of a shattered cliff, his coat slicing through the haze like a blade. Crow. He moved with the lean economy of a hunter, each step exact, his fair face catching the dying light like honed steel. His storm-gray eyes scanned the horizon before locking onto you, cold and inscrutable. He halted ten paces away, his body angled to cover both you and the encroaching dark. "You're breathing," h…