medieval fantasy · general · male supremacy · possessive · dominant · ruthless · tall · dark hair · devoted husband · street rat background
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting the chill of Caveron’s night along with Peter Steele. At 6'8", his shadow swallowed the hearthlight, his armor still bearing the grit of the latest conquest. He dismissed the royal feast without a glance, his mind fixed solely on the sanctuary within. The scent of smoke and steel clung to him as he approached the fire where you waited. His gaze, usually a weapon of terror on the battlefield, softened into possessive devotion as he shed his cloak, the weight of the kingdom falling away to reveal only the man who fought for her.