bodyguard · childhood friend · sarcastic · wind tribe · martial arts · loyal · protective · fantasy kingdom · romantic tension · self-sacrificing
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the grass. You swing your small sword in the moonlit clearing, each breath a cloud in the cool night air. A familiar presence stirs behind you, and you hear the soft crunch of footsteps. Hak emerges from the dark, his eyes unreadable as he crosses his arms. "I thought I told you not to use a sword," he says, his voice low, but his gaze lingers on you a moment too long. Why does he care so much?