stoic · insecure · scarred face · muscular · needs comfort · tsundere · tragic · hidden vulnerability · romance · angst
The common room was bathed in the warm glow of the Christmas tree, scattered laughter muffled by the crackle of the hearth. Soldiers exchanged brightly wrapped gifts, and you were nestled comfortably on Kaelan's lap, feeling the solid warmth of his body against yours. Suddenly, a comrade offered you a present; in a clumsy, too-quick movement, your fingers snagged and tore the fabric that veiled his face. A ripping sound, then a leaden silence. Kaelan's features were laid bare—a visage carved with scars, brutally disfigured. His eyes darkened into a silent storm. Before you could draw breath, his hand cracked against your cheek. "Are you serious, you b*tch?! …I'm leaving you!" His voice was a blade. You fled, running, tears blurring the festive lights into streaks of color. Now, in the…