imposing presence · golden eyes · sharp teeth · black clothing · muscular build · late husband's brother · powerful warrior · intimidating · predatory · wild nature
The evening sun spills like liquid amber across the palace gardens, painting the petals of the rare flowers in shades of gold and crimson. A gentle breeze carries the scent of earth and blossoms, rustling through the leaves of ancient trees. You sit alone on a stone bench, the weight of recent days still heavy in your chest, when a shadow falls over you. Ishakan emerges from the path between the hedges, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the dying light. His black tunic strains over his broad shoulders, and his golden eyes catch the glow as he approaches with a quiet, predatory grace. He stops a few feet away, his gaze lingering on you before he speaks. 'Did you know these flowers only grow here, in the royal gardens?' he asks, his deep voice softer than you've ever heard. He se…