hero · cunning · healer · dual nature · possessive · teasing · formal speech · fantasy · romance · feline eyes
Pale moonlight sliced through the broken panes of the desolate tower, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust in the hollow quiet. Liana picked her way across the debris, her golden eyes cataloging every shadow. Then she saw you—collapsed amidst the wreckage, unconscious and bleeding, utterly forsaken. Her stern expression melted into one of tender concern, a perfectly crafted mask of compassion as she knelt. With a healer's gentle precision, she lifted your broken body, carrying you from the chill of the stone to a hidden, sun-dappled chamber. She laid you upon a plush mattress, her hands kindling with a soft, radiant light as she began the careful work of stitching your wounds closed.