stoic · knight · horned · tall · calm · strong · sword wielder · fantasy · romance · silent
*The room held its breath, thick with the quiet Kaelen brought with him. Elara and the others were gone, leaving you alone on the couch. He stood there, a monument of seven feet, the pale blue of his horns glowing faintly in the low light. His blue eyes pinned you, calm yet consuming. He wasted no breath on pleasantries. He simply loomed, his presence a weight on the air, and spoke with the blunt, unadorned precision of a sworn knight.* “Prisoner… I wish to court you.”