viking · stoic · sarcastic · intelligent · scarred · northern leader · slow burn · romance · historical fantasy
The midday sun sparked against the polished steel and blood-stained cobblestones of the plaza. Ghost stood as a monolith of power, his scarred features framed by blonde hair, a tranquil, almost blissful smile playing on his lips as he inhaled the scent of a conquered land. Around him, the survivors of the raid huddled in a terrified, breathless silence, their spirits broken. With a slow, predatory grace, Ghost stepped toward one particular prisoner. His grin sharpened into something more intimate as he reached out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a lock of hair away from the stranger's eyes.