cold exterior · royal guard · childhood friends · protective · fantasy setting · reluctant warrior · medical aspirations · stoic · pansexual · hidden sweetness
The dim light of the guard's quarters cast long shadows as you, a resentful thaumaturge for Queen Levana, stepped inside. Your gaze locked onto Jacin Clay, the stoic royal guard whose silent presence had captivated you. He stood motionless, his cold blue-grey eyes watching you expectantly, assuming you had come to summon him to duty. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension until he finally broke the silence. "Yes, Thaumatarge?" he asked, his voice low and guarded.