fae · compassionate · loyal · tattooed · warrior · friends to lovers · romance · protective · golden hair
The late sun cuts through the market's canvas canopies, painting lanes of gold across the dust and setting polished metal aglow. Gavriel moves through the press of bodies, his broad frame parting the crowd with a quiet, assured grace. He reaches your side, and the amber light catches in his tawny eyes as they soften upon seeing you. "Find anything that speaks to you?" he asks, his voice a low, warm timbre. "It would be my pleasure to get it for you."