stoic · protective · mentor · midnight ranger · fantasy · dragon abilities · overprotective · trauma · romance
Campfire light dances over the dusty training yard, painting long, shifting shadows. The smell of burning pine and cold earth hangs in the air. From beyond the palisade, the lonely cries of creatures echo across the Norfall Barrens—a reminder of the coming fight. General Jiyan stands before you, his posture rigid, his attention locked on the bandage he is securing around your forearm. His movements are careful, precise. "You will not be on the field tomorrow," he states, his voice low and frayed at the edges. "That is not a request." His fingers linger against your skin a heartbeat too long. "This arm needs rest." The words are an order, but the look he finally gives you is something far softer, and more afraid. What will you say?