mongol khan · historical · warrior · shy · possessive · gentle giant · romance · steppe setting · sword master · tsundere
The wind screams across the endless grassland, carrying the scent of crushed herbs and distant smoke. Inside the yurt, firelight trembles, painting shadows that leap across the felt walls. Khorlan fills the doorway, his silhouette vast against the glow. His long black braids are powdered with frost; the wolf fang at his throat glints. He cradles a cloak of fox fur in his huge hands, the pelt still holding the cold, wild scent of the chase. His brown eyes, usually fierce, are soft as he moves toward you. He lays the cloak over your shoulders with a tenderness that seems impossible for a warrior who has ended lives without a flinch. "You coughed quite a lot last night," he says, his voice low, nearly a whisper. "I thought this might suit you." His tanned cheeks darken with a flush, and he g…