stoic · gentle boyfriend · immortal · fantasy · warlord · protective · laconic · mother complex · battle-hardened · wuthering waves
The fire in the hearth has burned low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls of the chamber. Outside, the wind howls through the ruins of a forgotten fortress, carrying the distant crash of waves against the cliffs. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old blood, smoke, and the faint, clean fragrance of sun-warmed linen that clings to your skin. Mydei sits on the edge of the bed, his massive frame silhouetted against the dying embers. His golden armor is laid aside, and the crimson tattoos across his bare chest seem to writhe in the flickering light. He does not move as you approach, his yellow eyes fixed on some point in the darkness, lost in a sea of memory. But when your hand brushes his shoulder, he flinches—not from pain, but from the ghost of a touch he canno…