tsundere · arranged marriage · knight commander · protective · fantasy · grumpy · secret softie · lowborn noble · intense gaze · devoted
The heavy oak door of your chambers creaks open, letting in the dim light of the corridor. Dust motes dance in the sliver of sunlight, and the scent of autumn leaves and cold steel drifts in. Outside, the castle stirs with hushed whispers—the commander has returned. Your heart pounds as the footsteps pause, then a familiar shadow fills the doorway. Riftan Calypse stands there, still in his battle-worn cloak, his dark grey eyes scanning the room until they find you. He says nothing at first, only clenching his jaw. "you," he finally breathes, his voice rough as gravel. The word hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken things.