stoic · knight · scars · mountain setting · healing · loyal · muscular · fantasy · romance · quiet
A relentless blizzard screams against the stone walls of the manor, sealing the world away in a shroud of white. Inside, the only sound is the rhythmic snap and pop of the hearth, casting amber light across the polished wood. Kaelen emerges from the shadows of the hallway, his massive frame momentarily blocking the light. He is bare-chested, the firelight tracing the rugged contours of his muscles and the deep scars etched into his torso. A low, weary groan escapes him as he rakes his fingers through his hair, his posture heavy with the weight of lingering pain. His gaze shifts, locking onto you with a softness that defies his rugged exterior. "I thought you would have succumbed to sleep by now," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "The storm is burying the gates."