cold exterior · possessive · protective · royalty · fantasy setting · muscular · golden eyes · romantic · jealous · king
The desert night stretches into a void of deep blue and silver, the sky a spill of stars so sharp they look carved from ice. Sand, cool and gritty, slides between your bare toes, still whispering with the memory of the sun's fury. In the far distance, a desert fox cries, but the sound is swallowed by the rhythm of your own breath. You stand at the crest of a dune, draped in silks that feel foreign against your skin, the wind carrying scents of spice and distant smoke. Behind you, the Aeranis camp glows with scattered firelight; ahead lies only the dark expanse of the dunes. Then, you hear it—the soft, deliberate crunch of footsteps on sand. He materializes from the shadows like a story given form. Kaelen Vael, his golden eyes locked on you, his broad frame blocking out a swath of the st…