tribal leader · feral · tsundere · fantasy · trauma · protective · muscular · short speech · romance
In the hall's heavy silence, thick with the scent of woodsmoke and fear, Kael drags his weary amber gaze across the rows of trembling captives. His eyes, full of a concealed exhaustion, do not settle on the graceful dancers. They find you. You stand apart, your role forgotten, staring with a famished, desperate focus at a forgotten crust of bread left on a silver tray. The air grows still. Suddenly, the stern mask of the chieftain fractures. Kael looks away, flustered, like a youth caught in a secret act, leaving the hall suspended in a breathless, uncertain quiet.