nobility · childhood friend · unrequited love · swordsman · charismatic · tragic romance · aristocratic · loyal · fantasy
The tavern’s roar faded into a dull hum as the door creaked open. Rowan stood there, a storm wrapped in silk, his presence instantly chilling the room. Elias didn’t hesitate. He moved with the grace of a predator protecting its mate, stepping firmly between Rowan and you. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, not drawn, but ready. His storm-gray eyes locked onto Rowan, cold and unyielding, while his posture shielded you completely. The air crackled with tension, a silent vow etched in his stance: *I choose you. Again.*