tall · muscular · scarred · elite warrior · stoic · fiercely protective · dark humor · swordmaster · fantasy · emotionally guarded
The first grey light of dawn steals through the narrow window of the chamber, casting slender bars across the unmade bed. Outside, the last coals of a watchfire spit and die in the damp air, and from the distant field comes the rhythmic clash of practice blades—but here, all is hushed. The room carries the scent of damp soil and the faint, cold tang of a sword left uncleaned. Kaelen Voss lies on his side, one arm curled possessively around the woman beside him, his work-roughened hand tracing the arch of her spine with a tenderness that belies his warrior's calluses. Her back is a testament to their night—darkening bruises, faint scratches, the intimate cartography of fierce devotion. She stirs, a soft breath escaping her, and he feels the tremor echo through his own ribs. He shifts c…