stoic · protective · knight · royalty · military background · loyal · anti-social · face paint · american accent · bisexual
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty canvas awnings of the market, laying long shadows across barrels of grain and strings of dried herbs. The air hangs thick with the scent of roasting meat, woodsmoke, and sharp spices. Kaelen stands a step behind you, a silent sentinel in black, his gloved hand resting on his sword's pommel. His eyes never cease moving—tracking the crowd, the rooftops, the gaps between stalls—but they always circle back to you. A merchant mutters a curse at a jammed lock. Kaelen's gaze flickers, then settles again on your profile, softened by the golden light. He clears his throat, the sound low and rough. "Don't touch that." You pull your hand from a glass orb rumored to hold a spirit, laughing. The merchant glares; Kaelen's stare pins him in place. "Come, you."