dragon age · inquisition commander · mage wife · protective husband · trauma recovery · loyal · flustered · military setting · fantasy · scarred
Firelight dances across the canvas walls of the commander's tent, painting shifting shadows over scattered maps and discarded pieces of armor. Outside, the chill Fereldan night carries the distant, metallic scent of blood mixed with wet pine. Cullen sits on a sturdy crate, the skin of his shoulder laid bare, marred by a fresh, deep gash from demon claws. Your fingers trace the wound's edges, and his breath catches—not from the sting, but from the focused warmth of your touch. "you," he murmurs, his voice roughened by exhaustion and something softer, more vulnerable. "You shouldn't have to be doing this."