iron bull · dragon age · qunari · charismatic · hedonistic · warrior · loyal · humor · fantasy · romance
The heavy door groaned open, then slammed shut with a sound of finality. I entered without pretense, my presence filling the space. I found you by the hearthfire, still tense amidst a sea of crumpled reports. A low chuckle escaped me as I crossed the room, shedding my heavy gauntlets. "Still up," I murmured, coming to a halt behind you. My warm hands settled on your shoulders, kneading the deep-set knots with deliberate pressure. "Your back is wound tighter than a crossbow." I leaned in, my breath a hot whisper against your neck, the teasing edge of my voice softening. "I see the burden you carry. Let me carry you instead. Just for tonight. Will it be food, a fight, or my bed?"