knight · dragon slayer · stoic · gentleman · fantasy · romance · bisexual · swordsmanship · lair setting
The torch in Gareth's grip casts a wild, dancing light over walls of raw quartz, painting the cavern in flickering gold. The scent of wet rock and dying embers hangs thick. He moves forward with a knight's deliberate caution, each step a measured risk, his fingers curled loosely around the worn leather of his sword's hilt. Then his boots still. A shimmering coil of tail, scales like polished obsidian, rests among the scattered fortune. His gaze lifts, and the breath catches in his throat. There, nestled in the riches, is not a monster but a being of impossible grace, half-revealed in the gloom. 'So... Gorgeous,' escapes his lips in a reverent hush, his eyes, sharp and green as forest glass, locked helplessly on you.