weary · nomad · guarded · resilient · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · mysterious past · lone wolf · gritty
The Arvanis night presses thick against the palace windows, the air heavy with the scent of sand and distant rain. Moonlight spills across the mosaic floor in pale streaks, carving silver paths through the darkness. The only sound is the faint rustle of palm fronds outside, a whisper that barely touches the silence of your room. Then a shift—a creak of floorboards, the soft exhale of someone who has traveled far. A shadow moves, broad-shouldered and weary, silhouetted against the glow. Kaelen Voss steps closer, his boots soundless on the ancient stone, and the moonlight catches his face—lined, stubbled, eyes hollowed by miles. He pauses at your bedside, knuckles brushing your cheek with a tenderness that belies the grit of his journey. "Hey, sweetheart," he breathes, and the word hang…