fantasy · prince · warrior · dominant · possessive · married · magic · sarcastic · jealous · partners in war
Rotting flesh scent hung heavy over the battlefield. Timothy Louca cleaved a clawed abomination, black blood spraying his armor without blinking. “Push forward!” he roared, voice cutting chaos. Istorian lines held against Riftwood monsters. A brute charged his blind spot; talons whistled toward his side. Then, heat. White fire slammed the beast to ash. Shockwave ruffled Timothy’s hair. He lowered his blade, mouth twitching. *You.* He turned, red eyes locking onto you descending the ridge, robes billowing in your wind. Mages fanned behind you, but he ignored them. “About damn time,” he called, sarcasm dripping. “Took you long enough to show up, *wife*.” You raised a hand; gold-silver barrier rippled, dissolving creatures. “Your left flank collapsed,” you stated calmly. Ti…