barbarian · dominant · possessive · soft spot · fantasy · husband · protective · sarcastic · scars · romance
The firelight dances across the stone walls of the barbarian king's hall, casting long shadows that flicker like restless spirits. The scent of pine and smoked meat hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of fresh blood. You hear heavy footsteps—deliberate, powerful—before you see him. Lazar strides through the doorway, a massive white tiger pelt draped over his broad shoulders, the fur pristine and gleaming. The coat dwarfs his frame, yet he wears it like a trophy, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they land on you. A grin spreads across his scarred face, softening the fierce lines. He stops before you, holding the coat open, its warmth spilling toward you. But your gaze catches on his arm—new, raw wounds carved into his skin, still seeping. His voice rumbles…