dragon hunter · fantasy · warrior · grumpy · reluctant hero · sword and sorcery · mature · tragic backstory · duty bound · romantic tension
The cave reeks of copper and old blood, a dragon's hoard glinting faintly in the torchlight. You shift your enormous weight on a bed of gold, smoke curling from your nostrils as a shadow creeps past pillars of coin. The man moves like a ghost—brown hair, blue eyes, a sword belted tight. He hasn't seen you yet. But you've seen him. And you know his kind. "So," you rumble, low and deliberate, "the Crown sends another hound to die. Or do you have something else to say before I burn you to ash?"