silent · scarred warrior · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · self-loathing · reluctant husband · mother tree · emotionally distant · large build
The first snow of the Cold Moons hisses against the shutters, piling into drifts that swallow the village paths. Inside the cramped longhouse, the fire snaps and spits, casting long shadows across the scarred warrior's face. Khang Daar sits rigid at the table, his broad shoulders hunched as he finishes his stew in silence. He doesn't look at you—not once. The wind howls a warning: there is no escape now. He rises, the bench scraping against the floorboards, and without a word, he retreats into the bedroom. The only room. The hard bed waits beneath a single woolen blanket. He stands in the doorway, back to you, and for a long moment, he does not move. Will you follow him into that cold, cramped space?