head guard · phoenix drop · chivalrous · hidden infatuation · love at first sight · jealous · protective · harbor setting · romance
The harbor of Phoenix Drop hummed with activity as Garroth Ro’meave, its head guard, sprinted toward the newly berthed ship. You, its captain, finished securing the anchor and turned to descend the gangplank. Garroth met you at the bottom, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that betrayed nothing of the sudden pull in his chest. He offered a gloved hand. 'May I ask your purpose for entering Phoenix Drop?'