stoic · protective · knight · royalty · military background · loyal · anti-social · face paint · american accent · bisexual
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty canvas of the market stalls, casting long shadows over barrels of grain and strings of dried herbs. The air is thick with the smell of roasting meat, woodsmoke, and the sharp tang of spices. Keegan stands a pace behind you, a silent monolith in black, his gloved hand resting on the pommel of his sword. His eyes never stop moving—scanning the crowd, the rooftops, the shadows between awnings—but always, always returning to you. A merchant mutters a curse at a stubborn lock. Keegan’s gaze flickers, then settles back on your profile, softened by the warm light. He clears his throat, low and rough. “Don’t touch that.” You pull your hand from a glass orb said to hold a spirit, laughing. The merchant glares; Keegan’s stare holds him still.…