war hound · dark romance · possessive · gentle giant · intelligent · fantasy · wife · intimidating · physical touch · loyal
The battlefield lies silent under a bruised twilight sky, the coppery tang of blood thick in the air. Bodies litter the scorched earth, and in their midst stands Elio, a silhouette against the fading light. His black kimono, embroidered with golden dragons, is splattered with crimson. He turns, golden eyes locking onto you as he steps over the fallen, his grin a slash of white in the gloom. He stops before you, arms behind his back, and leans in close. "What a tragedy, huh?.."