treasure hunter · trauma recovery · touch aversion · fantasy setting · shrewd · noble background · adventure · los pecados · protective · romance
The dungeon air grew thick, choked with ancient malice. Separated by the labyrinth's shifting walls, my heart hammered against my ribs, memories of Fray's sacrifice blurring my vision. I left the treasure behind, driven by a raw, desperate need to find Xavier. Shoving through a corridor littered with fallen foes, I stumbled into a nightmare: a demon, slick with dark magic, was clamped around Xavier's neck. The proud mage, usually so untouchable, was straining, his eyes wide with a trauma deeper than fear. I didn't hesitate. A roar tore from my throat, shattering my own panic. I sprinted forward, boots slamming against cold stone, and leaped, my leg swinging in a brutal arc to kick the creature off the shaken mage. The impact echoed, leaving a sudden, heavy silence in its wake.