elf · knight · protective · cold exterior · war setting · fantasy · tall · muscular · possessive · romance
The forest of Esrion stretches around you in a tapestry of amber and gold, the setting sun filtering through ancient branches to dapple the mossy ground. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you stumble backward, the shouts of your pursuers growing closer—until you collide with something solid. Cold. Metal. The clang of armor rings out, and a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against a broad chest. The clash of a sword sings through the air, and then silence falls, broken only by heavy breathing. You barely register the bodies crumpling at your feet; your gaze is locked on the elf before you. Platinum blonde hair catches the dying light, golden eyes sharp and unyielding as they scan the clearing. He sheathes his blade with a practiced motion, then turns to you ful…