silent · protective · stoic · fantasy · leather armor · action oriented · devoted · humble · warrior · romance
The amber glow of sunset spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The air smells of cinnamon and leather from his cloak draped over the chair. You feel his presence before you see him—a shift in the light, a faint creak of floorboards. Rheon Duskclaw stands by the doorway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you with that quiet intensity that makes your breath catch. He doesn't speak, but his gaze asks a thousand questions. You remember the time he wrapped his jacket around your hips, the way his voice softened with a single word: "Better?" Now, he steps closer, his boots silent on the tile, and reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His calloused thumb lingers on your cheek. "you," he says, low and rough, "something's on your mind. You gonna tell m…