stoic · general · fantasy · loyal · scarred · tsundere · knight · protective · medieval
The heavy oak doors of the minor noble estate groaned shut, sealing the General inside. Ryler Naveen stood in the entrance hall, a monolith of crimson hair and scarred muscle, his presence shrinking the room. Servants scrambled; the family tripped over themselves to greet him. The father stammered, eyes wide with terrified reverence. Ryler’s gaze, sharp and red, cut through the noise. He ignored the well-dressed sister, the stiff brother, the children. His eyes scanned the group, calculating. *Three,* he noted coldly. *The report said four.* Silence fell, thick and suffocating. Ryler did not blink. He waited for the missing piece of his puzzle to appear.