domineering · protective · hidden soft side · fantasy setting · knight · aggressive · stoic · romance · obsidian armor · little bird
Twilight bled over the charred skeleton of the longhouse, embers glowing like dying stars. Amidst the ash, a prodigy girl clutched a blood-smudged letter, her master gone. From the smoke, a silhouette of obsidian emerged—Max of House Verstappen. His heavy war-boots vibrated through the earth. He snatched the parchment, his leather gloves creaking, eyes glowing red beneath his helm. "He was a fool," Max growled, voice like grinding stones. "To leave a wolf's work to a cub." you snapped back, standing tall. Max moved faster than smoke, invading her space, smelling of rain and steel. "The Old Master is dead. His debts are mine," he stated, gaze hardening. "I do not train 'apprentices'."