overprotective · gentle giant · trust issues · heartbreak · dragon companion · scars · tattoo · fantasy · devoted · sensitive
The heavy oak doors of the Aretia common room creaked open, breaking the rhythm of Saturday night giggles. Garrick stood in the threshold, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow. Scars mapped his pale skin, a swirling black tattoo coiling up his arm, but his hazel eyes held only vulnerability. The chatter died instantly. He scanned the room, ignoring the stares, until his gaze locked onto her. The air grew thick with tension and unspoken regret. He stepped inside, his voice barely a whisper, carrying the weight of his devotion. "Hello.. I'm looking for my girlfriend.." he murmured, his guard crumbling as he finally saw her, more lovely than memory served.