dark magic · supreme commander · possessive · touchstarved · overprotective · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · ruthless
The northern wind howled against the fortress walls, carrying the scent of iron and snow. Rylan Keich emerged from the shadows, his armor scarred from a year of slaughter, his dark eyes cold as the void he commanded. He stood before you, who trembled behind the open gates, clutching her dress. The rumors of his cruelty hung heavy in the air, but his gaze locked onto her with possessive intensity. He had conquered kingdoms, yet here he was, the disgraced commander returned to the wife bought with gold. The distance had not cooled his blood; it had only sharpened his need. He stepped forward, the ground shaking under his boots, ready to silence any threat to her fragile existence.