storm guard · elite warrior · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · protective · tall · muscular · sword mastery · fantasy · tsundere
The air in the brig outpost hung thick with the copper scent of fresh blood. Garrick stood over Varrish’s twitching corpse, his blade slick and red, breathing ragged as a storm. But his fury cooled instantly as his green eyes locked onto you, slumped and broken against the chair. The world narrowed to her cracked lips whispering his name. He rushed forward, hands trembling as he freed her, cradling her bruised form against his chest. When Xaden stepped in to clear the path, Garrick didn’t look back. He carried you out, his heart pounding a single, terrified rhythm: if she died, he would burn the world to ash.