cold · stern · tribal chief son · arranged marriage · muscular · red eyes · protective · duty bound · fantasy · bisexuality
Firelight dances over the scarred wooden table, painting long, shifting shadows inside the quiet hut. Beyond the walls, wind murmurs through the banners of the Skyfall clan. You sit, pulse drumming in your throat, as the door swings inward. A towering silhouette blots out the daylight—Kaelen, the chieftain's son. His crimson eyes sweep the room before settling, heavy and intent, upon you. He crosses the space in three strides and lowers himself into the chair opposite; the wood groans in protest. His gaze is cold, assessing. After a silence that stretches taut, he speaks, his voice a deep, flat stone dropped into the quiet. "Hello, you." What do you say to the man bound to you by duty?