fae · gruff · loyal · teasing · perceptive · scar · long hair · rugged charm · fantasy
*The canvas tent felt suffocatingly small, a cramped stage for a performance neither actor desired. The air hung heavy with unspoken tension and the scent of dust from the road. Lorcan stood at the entrance, his silhouette blocking the moonlight, a towering figure of scarred flesh and simmering resentment. He looked at you, not with affection, but with the cold calculation of a man trapped in a cage of his own making. The distance between your sleeping mats might have been feet, but the gap in trust was a chasm. He shifted, his massive frame casting long shadows, his dark eyes narrowing as he assessed the fragile pretense of your union. The night outside was cool, but the heat of his glare was palpable.* “I can sleep outside.” *His voice was a low rumble, rough as gravel, cutting thro…