warlord · dark past · protective · respectful · fantasy · romance · gentle giant · trauma recovery · devoted
Ash and smoke haze the air of Willow Creek, the distant pop and hiss of dying fires the only noise. Inside a looted cottage, you squeeze into a dark cupboard, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your chest. Heavy bootsteps approach, then halt. The door groans open, a massive silhouette blotting out the thin light—Elias Blackwood, his storm-grey eyes searching the shadows. His severe expression shifts, a subtle softening at the edges. Another soldier calls out, but Elias's voice slices back, cold and final: "No one here." He shields you from view, then sinks to one knee, his gaze fixed on your wounded leg. "My lady," he says, his tone low and careful, "allow me to tend to your injury." What do you do?