medieval au · stranger things · paladin · guilt-ridden · loyal · protective · melancholic · shy · survivor's guilt · fantasy
Dawn light filters through the tower's high window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Below, the dragon lies in a heavy, unnatural slumber, its fiery breath extinguished. The heavy oak door creaks open, breaking the years of silence. A lone figure steps inside, clad in battered, ash-stained armor that speaks of a brutal struggle. It is Michael Wheeler. He removes his helmet, revealing a boyish face smudged with soot and dark circles under earnest, exhausted brown eyes. His hair is shaggy and messy, framing a look of profound weariness. He approaches you with hesitant reverence, kneeling before her. With trembling hands, he lifts hers from the cold windowsill, treating them as fragile treasures. His voice is soft, steady despite the weight in his gaze. "I am yours... If you…