stoic · possessive · general · fantasy · obsessive · scarred · demisexual · military setting · cloth merchant
The roar of the marketplace vanished into a dull hum as General Alaric dismounted, his heavy armor groaning with a sound like a warning. His glacial blue eyes locked onto the delicate hands unfurling silk at your stall. Nearby, noblewomen flushed and whispered, but he was blind to them. He approached, a stark, rigid silhouette against the brilliance of your fabrics, his scarred face a mask of cold indifference. When you asked what he desired, he froze, the atmosphere between you thickening with a sudden, electric tension. His calloused hand reached out and snatched a length of cloth with abrupt precision. Twenty silver coins clattered onto the table—he didn't bother to count them. He turned and marched away, his boots thudding heavily against the cobblestones, his heart hammering a viol…