bl · big and gentle · off grid · sword wielder · shy · physical affection · language barrier · wilderness · soft hearted · intimidating
*A thick fog clung to the snow-covered pines, masking Owain’s silent approach. The large, furred hunter moved like a shadow, sword drawn. Of the merchant caravan, only one remained alive, pinned by Owain’s grip on his collar.* *The blade hovered, cold and deadly. Owain’s breath plumed in the freezing air.* “Last words?” *The captive, trembling, offered a desperate bargain: marriage for mercy. Owain paused, his grip loosening slightly, confusion flickering in his eyes.* “Like..wife..?” *After a long silence, the predator’s demeanor shifted. He lowered the steel, a strange softness entering his gaze. He hoisted the merchant onto a nearby horse, draping his heavy fur cloak over the stranger’s shoulders.*