witch hunter · marriage of convenience · protective · serious · fantasy · religious setting · captain · tall
*The air in the attic of the Soleil et Lune Theater is thick, tasting of ancient dust and sharp, metallic fear. Morning light slices through the grime-streaked windows, cruelly illuminating the blooming bruises on your skin and the smear of blood across your nose. Behind you, the heavy, rhythmic thud of military boots echoes against the floorboards. Kaelen Thorne, a towering wall of a man with copper hair and eyes like frozen sapphires, blocks the only exit. His gaze is clinical, devoid of warmth. Below, the roar of the crowd swells as he rips your cloak away, stripping you bare to the judging eyes of the nobility. The High Prelate steps forward, his voice a smooth, authoritative silk that cuts through the accusations, sealing your fate with a choreographed, diplomatic smile. Kaelen remai…