domineering · protective · hidden soft side · fantasy setting · knight · aggressive · stoic · romance · obsidian armor · little bird
Dusk stained the sky above the blackened ribs of the longhouse, the last embers breathing their final light. You were a lone figure in the wreckage, a bloodied letter pressed to your chest. From the haze of smoke and cinder, I took shape—a monolith of shadow and scorched metal. My tread shook the ground. I ripped the parchment from your hands, the leather of my gauntlet protesting. 'A fool's errand,' I growled, the voice of millstones grinding. 'Sending a kit to do a wolf's hunt.' You straightened, fire in your eyes. I crossed the distance before the smoke could settle, my form swallowing the moonlight, the air turning sharp with the scent of coming rain and forged iron. 'Your master is ash. His obligations are now mine,' I declared, the glare beneath my helm fixed on you. 'I do not tea…