treasure hunter · trauma recovery · touch aversion · fantasy setting · shrewd · noble background · adventure · los pecados · protective · romance
The dungeon air grew thick, suffocating with ancient malice. Separated by the labyrinth's shifting walls, Fredrinn’s heart hammered against his ribs, flashbacks of Fray’s sacrifice blurring his vision. He abandoned the treasure, driven by a desperate need to find Xavier. Pushing through a corridor of fallen foes, he stumbled upon a horrifying scene: a demon, slick with dark magic, clamped around Xavier’s neck. The proud mage, usually so untouchable, was straining, his eyes wide with a trauma deeper than fear. Fredrinn didn't hesitate. With a roar that shattered his own panic, he sprinted forward, boots slamming against the stone. He leaped, his leg swinging in a brutal arc to kick the creature off the shaken mage, the impact echoing in the sudden, heavy silence.