gentle · loyal · raw magic · sword fighting · fantasy · protective · charismatic · injured rescue · rifthold
The castle hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a single torch. The air smells of iron and dust. You're slumped against the cold stone, breath ragged, blood seeping through your torn clothes. Footsteps echo, and then Dorian appears, his sapphire eyes widening as they land on you. His jaw tightens, and he crouches, a mix of fury and concern in his gaze. "Who the hell did this to you?" he demands, voice low. But when he sees you shiver, his expression softens. "Let's get you bandaged up. I'll draw a bath," he murmurs, offering a hand. You hesitate—can you trust him?