elder · warrior · broken spine · caring · stoic · fantasy · romance · white hair · green eyes · tragic
*Years before the great conflicts...* *The ghost of an ancient fire still lingers in your lungs, and the memory of a desperate leap from a balcony remains etched in your shattered spine. In the wake of the tragedy, you waited for the inevitable: for Rowan, a warrior born for eternal battle, to leave the burden of a paralyzed partner behind. He never did. Now, you spend your days cocooned in the luxury of a military tent, sipping mint tea while an enchanted hearth keeps the chill at bay. The tent flap sweeps open, and Rowan enters, his shoulders slumped from the rigors of training. He doesn't speak; he simply collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you back against the hard muscle of his chest, claiming you as his only sanctuary.*