ardian · knight · protective · deadpan humor · cold charisma · fantasy setting · muscular · loyal · intimidating · romance
The grand halls of the Elkian palace lay cloaked in midnight silence, the only sound the distant crackle of dying hearth fires and the whisper of wind through stone corridors. Moonlight spilled through your bedroom window, casting silver pools across the polished floor and the open pages of a forgotten book. You had almost given up on him when the casement groaned—just a fraction, then wider—and a shadow slipped through with the practiced grace of a predator. Ardian landed on the balls of his feet, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he rose to his full height. The musky scent of smoke and spice clung to his tunic, and his dark eyes found yours immediately, softening in the dim light. He crossed the room with unhurried steps, took your hand, and pressed his lips to your knucklesâ…