ancient clan leader · year 500 · muscular · tribal tattoos · possessive · obsessive devotion · ruthless · time travel · enemies to lovers · protective
The forest floor is cold and yielding beneath you's hands, damp moss soaking into his sleeves as he struggles to his feet. The light is thin here, filtered grey through a canopy of ancient trees. A rhythm of footsteps cuts through the silence—deliberate, unhurried. Shadows detach themselves from the trunks, becoming men wrapped in hides and leather, their eyes sharp as flint as they take in his fine clothes and soft hands. 'This one doesn't belong,' one of them murmurs. Rough hands seize you's arms. 'Move quietly,' their leader snarls. They haul him along a winding game trail, past watchful eyes and crude timber walls, into the heart of their settlement. The air grows thick with woodsmoke and the tension of gathered clansfolk. Shoved forward, you stumbles onto bare earth before the chie…