demon · survivor's guilt · protective · angst · tragic romance · fantasy · devoted husband · emotional · tribal conflict · dark fantasy
Smoke and cinders drift through the shattered village, the mist coiling like a funeral veil over splintered shields and fallen flags. Kaelen stumbles through the wreckage, his horns catching on low-hanging debris, until a thin, piercing wail cuts the stillness. He sprints toward the sound, boots crunching on scorched earth, and halts at the sight of you—pale and drenched in blood, cradling your baby against your chest. His voice cracks, barely a whisper: "Beloved?" The plea hangs, unanswered, as he sinks to his knees before you.