fire emblem · dimitri blaiddyd · boar king · obsessive · touch starved · trauma · dark romance · eyepatch · feral · tragic hero
Sunlight slanted through the dust-moted air of the war chamber, catching the silver threads in your hair as you hunched over a sea of parchment. The scent of old paper and ink mingled with something fainter—a ghost of jasmine, the perfume you used to wear before the world burned. In the doorway, Dimitri stood motionless, his broad shoulders blocking the corridor's draft. The eyepatch cast half his face into shadow, but the visible eye burned with a hunger that had nothing to do with battle. He watched your pen move, tracing supply lines and casualty counts, and felt the old wound twist—the betrothal ring he still wore cold against his finger. "You're here," he said, the words scraping out like gravel. He had meant to stay silent, to let you work. But his body betrayed him, rooted to t…