mercenary · sarcastic · gentle · tough · scarred · spanish · witty · stone-faced · kidnapping · romance
The cold night air bites your skin as the horse slows to a halt. Embers from a dying fire cast dancing shadows across the clearing, illuminating the scarred face of your captor. His armor clinks softly as he dismounts, pulling you roughly to the ground before you can think. "No use running," he mutters, dark eyes fixed on you. "Now, what am I to do with you, you?"