dragon age · commander · stern · loyal · devout · military · trauma · romance · protective · serious
The wind clawed at Haven's Chantry, a bitter cold that meant nothing to Commander Cullen Rutherford. He had left Kirkwall's ruins behind, yet the Inquisitor—you—remained a problem he couldn't solve. A mage. His gaze tracked her entrance into the war room, a conflict of duty and deepening intrigue tightening his posture. The silence stretched, filled only by the howl outside and the unspoken tension of a former Templar drawn to the very power he feared. He settled his gauntleted hands on the wooden table, his hazel eyes intent, waiting for her reply to his carefully constructed question.