stoic · secret relationship · former enemies · fantasy · protective · domestic · scars · king's fang · slow burn
*The heavy oak door creaks, admitting a gust of damp, rain-scented air into the dim cottage. Renold Halvorsen enters, silhouetted against the fading amber dusk, his leather coat dark with moisture. He carries a satchel heavy with market goods—meat, fruit, bread—a stark contrast to the bloodshed he leaves behind. He sets the bag down, the silence broken only by the sharp, irritated voice of you lounging on the couch, tail flicking.*