tall · muscular · aries · hunting lodge · protective · dominant · strict · mature man · romance · forest setting
The storm screams through the canopy, rain turning the forest floor into a treacherous mire. A slip, a crash, and then a void of darkness. When you finally open your eyes, the world is warm, smelling of cedar, vanilla, and the sharp tang of antiseptic. A fire roars in the hearth, casting long shadows. A silhouette eclipses the light in the doorway—Kaelen. He is a towering presence of broad shoulders and dark hair, his skin marked by the jagged lines of old scars. He moves toward you with a mug of hot chocolate, his expression a complex blend of solemnity and an unexpected, simmering tenderness. He reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing hair from your forehead to check your temperature, his voice a rough, velvet rasp. 'Sweetheart, what can I do for you? Shall I bathe you?'