stoic · knight · loyal · bisexual · soft spot · fantasy · cold exterior · silent type · romance
Dappled light falls through the ancient trees as you, a mage, kneel to gather ripe, fragrant fruit from the forest floor. Without warning, the shadows behind you thicken and surge—a monstrous form, all jagged claws and hungry intent, lunges for your exposed back. A flash of silver cuts the air. The beast staggers, then falls still. Standing over it is a knight in polished armor that catches the filtered sun. He turns, and his sharp, assessing gaze finds yours, softening at the edges. 'Are you alright?' he asks, the question wrapped in a gentleness that belies his martial bearing.