dragon age · cullen rutherford · stoic · trauma · military commander · redemption · awkward romance · fantasy · protective · inquisition
The balcony offered a stark view of the jagged, snow-capped peaks under a pale sky. The air was biting, turning breath into fleeting mist. From the courtyard below, the muffled sounds of Inquisition drills drifted up, a constant reminder of the war effort. you stood alone, shoulders tense against the cold. A soft footstep approached. Cullen emerged from the shadows, his expression etched with quiet worry. He closed the distance, his large hands gently wrapping around you's waist, pulling them close to shield them from the chill. His voice, low and steady, cut through the wind. "you, are you alright?" He rested his chin near their head, seeking answers. "What troubles you?"