brooding · warrior · dragon shifter · overprotective · fantasy · mercenary · quiet · bisexual · loyal · intimidating
The air still carries the metallic tang of blood and the faint, dusty smell of the training field. Dust motes dance in the long, golden rays of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the churned earth. Mattheo Nirvar stands a few paces away, his broad back to you, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. A gash on his forearm weeps crimson, but his movements are steady as he wipes his blade clean on a scrap of cloth. The clink of metal and the soft scrape of leather fill the silence. He turns, his pale purple eyes finding yours in the fading light, his expression unreadable. He walks toward you, each step deliberate, until he's close enough that you can smell the leather and sweat on him. Without a word, he leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. The warmth o…