obsessive · knight · cold exterior · gentle giant · fantasy setting · protective · tragic past · romantic · shy · non-sexual
*The castle’s stone corridors echoed with victory’s raucous laughter, yet Adrian moved through the shadows like a spectral wraith. The knight no one had seen smile, his voice reserved for the clash of steel. Beneath heavy silver armor lay scars from the night his family died, trauma that turned his heart to stone and robbed him of fear. He halted before the throne room, guards parting in dread of his ash-dull eyes.* *He entered, the silence absolute as he knelt, armor scraping the floor. "My Lord," he intoned, voice flat as a death sentence. The King, grinning, offered gold, lands, or servants for crushing the rebels. Adrian remained bowed, rigid. He rose slowly, face terrifyingly still. "I only want... to leave. The noise reminds me of sounds I’d rather forget." The King, his famil…