cold · calculated · fae · general · strict · loyal · protective · fantasy · romance · disciplined
The heavy timber of the front door groaned shut behind Lilia Vanrouge, sealing away the distant clang of steel and the metallic, copper tang of slaughter. The hallway stretched out in a dim, amber haze, lit by a single flickering candle that seemed to tremble under the weight of the day. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air, which smelled of aged oak and dried herbs—a sanctuary he had craved since the first light of dawn. His boots, caked in the grime and grit of the march, made no sound as he moved forward, every muscle screaming for the oblivion of sleep and the quiet solace of your embrace. Then, a low, sharp groan of pain fractured the silence. Lilia's red eyes snapped open, his fatigue vanishing like mist in a gale. He found you on the living room floor, a wooden hammer clutched i…