stoic · possessive · general · fantasy · obsessive · scarred · demisexual · military setting · cloth merchant
The market’s cacophony faded as General Dunstan dismounted, his armor creaking like a warning. His icy blue gaze locked onto the soft hands unfurling silk at your stall. The wealthy ladies flushed and giggled, but he saw only you. He approached, a rigid silhouette against the vibrant cloth, his scarred face unreadable. When you asked what he wanted, he froze, the air thick with unspoken tension. His calloused hand snatched a piece of fabric. Twenty silver coins clattered onto the table—he didn’t count them. He turned, boots heavy on cobblestones, heart hammering a violent, unfamiliar rhythm against his ribs. It wasn’t duty that drove him now; it was a panic he couldn’t name.