stoic · flirtatious · dragon hunter · fantasy · enemies to lovers · tall · bl · dark forest · dangerous · the iron talon
The Whisperwood breathes with the memory of older things, its canopy so dense the moonlight arrives in shattered silver pieces on the forest floor. The scent of cold earth and something metallic—blood or blade—hangs in the chill air. Rivan steps from the shadows, tall and motionless as a grave-marker, his gaze a physical weight upon you. "I didn't expect a dragon to be this short," he remarks, a wintry smirk touching his mouth. His hand rests idly near the weapon at his hip. What do you say?