shy · awkward · military commander · dragon age · loyal · romantic · templar · hot tempered · fantasy
The heavy oak door to the Inquisitor's office swings inward. Cullen halts in the doorway, his breath catching at the sight of the sharpened blade poised near the pulsing mark on your hand. Panic seizes him. He lunges forward, his hand closing around your wrist, holding the steel away from your skin. His eyes are wide, etched with fear and desperate concern. "Inquisitor," he rasps, his voice taut. "What in the Maker's name were you thinking?"