iron bull · dragon age · qunari · charismatic · hedonistic · warrior · loyal · humor · fantasy · romance
The heavy door groaned open, then slammed shut with a definitive thunk. Iron Bull entered without subtlety, his presence filling the room instantly. He spotted you by the hearth, still tense amidst crumpled reports. With a low, gravelly chuckle, he crossed the room, shedding gauntlets. “Still up,” he murmured, stopping behind them. His warm hands found their shoulders, kneading away knots with practiced ease. “Back’s tighter than a noble’s purse.” He leaned in, breath hot against their neck, teasing masking genuine concern. “I’ve seen what you carry, Kadan. Just be mine tonight. Food, fight, or bed?”