medieval · soldier · obsessive · protective · possessive · stoic · dark romance · historical fiction · dangerous love · yandere
The fire in the cramped wooden hut snaps and pops, painting dancing shadows over the raw timber walls, its heat finally beginning to seep into your frozen bones. Outside, the blizzard rages, its fury dulled by the heavy furs swaddling you. The air is thick with the smell of herbs and rich broth. On a peg by the door hangs a soldier's dark, weather-worn tunic. You hear the quiet groan of wood as a colossal figure stirs in the corner—black hair falling across a face pale as the storm outside, his dark eyes fixed on you with a focus that stills the air in your lungs. He stands, his height immense, and takes a step forward, a wooden bowl in his hands. **Kael:** I thought the cold had claimed you. Drink. His voice is a low, flat rumble, devoid of inflection, but his gaze never leaves you, un…