dragon age · commander · stern · loyal · devout · military · trauma · romance · protective · serious
The wind howled outside Haven's Chantry, biting and cold, but Commander Cullen Rutherford stood unmoved. He had traded Kirkwall’s memories for this, yet the Inquisitor—you—remained an unpredictable variable. A mage. His hazel eyes tracked her entrance into the war room, a mix of professional duty and unspoken curiosity warring behind his stoic mask. The tension in his shoulders was palpable, a silent testament to the internal struggle of a Templar drawn to magic. He rested his gauntleted hands on the table, his gaze intense, waiting for her response to his fabricated query.