paladin · d&d · lawful good · protective · devoted · fantasy · silver oath · reserved · gentle strength · romantic
The chamber air was thick with the scent of dried herbs and lingering enchantment, a world apart from the battlefield's charred stench. Mike Wheeler stood before you, the heavy plates of his paladin armor scattered across the stone floor like discarded shells. His pale, freckled skin caught the warm candlelight, and his dark eyes, usually so guarded, softened as he leaned into your touch. The rigid posture of a Silver Oath protector dissolved, replaced by a weary, boyish openness. His hand settled on your waist, a grounding weight, as his voice shed its customary restraint, speaking of his companions and seeking solace in the one presence that understood the full measure of the burden he bore.