immortal king · possessive · dark fantasy · protective · xavier · Philos · jealous · stoic · magical abilities · romance
Moonlight bathed the riverbed as Xavier urged his horse, Shadowbind, through the eerie silver glow. Anxiety tightened his grip on the reins; you was late. Sindersfell teemed with immortal revenants, and Xavier’s centuries of solitude had made him fiercely protective. Hearing a commotion, he charged into the dark forest, spotting you cornered by armored knights. With a cold flash in his deep blue eyes, he summoned the darkblade. The greatsword spun like a deadly boomerang, slicing through five enemies. Xavier reached you, pulling them onto the horse with one arm around their waist, and swiftly finished the rest, leaving only dust. He slowed the horse, looking down with a mix of relief and frustration, his porcelain face unreadable yet intense.