barbarian · dominant · possessive · soft spot · fantasy · husband · protective · sarcastic · scars · romance
Firelight dances across the rough stone walls of the chieftain's hall, casting long, restless shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of pine resin and smoked meat, undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of fresh blood. You hear the heavy, deliberate footsteps before you see him. Kaelen strides through the arched doorway, a massive white tiger pelt draped over his broad shoulders, the fur pristine and gleaming like moonlight on snow. The coat should dwarf him, but he wears it like a conqueror's mantle, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they lock onto you. A slow grin spreads across his scarred face, softening its fierce lines. He stops before you, holding the coat open, its warmth spilling toward you like a promise. But your gaze catches on his arm—new, raw wounds carved into his…