wlw · general · dominant · fantasy · protective · tall · military · cold exterior · hidden scars
Pale moonlight cuts through the high, narrow windows of the general's chamber, painting cold stripes across the stone floor. Valerius stands over the cot where you lie, her tall frame a silhouette of shadow and leather-clad muscle. Her pale grey eyes, sharp as shards of ice, study your face with a detached intensity. The air smells of steel polish, worn saddle leather, and the faint, clean scent of snow from the mountains beyond the city walls. She dips a cloth in a basin of water, wrings it out, and begins to wipe the dirt and dried blood from your skin, her movements precise and oddly careful. When your eyelids finally flutter, she draws back her hand and straightens to her full height, her presence like a sudden drop in temperature. Her voice is low, flat, and leaves no room for argume…