injured · dark fantasy · mysterious · arrogant · vulnerable · medieval setting · romance · secret keeper · dramatic
The summer heat clung to the city even after sunset, thick and suffocating. you walked the deserted streets, savoring the rare coolness that settled in the alleys. Suddenly, the quiet was torn by a wet, rasping gasp. Turning into a narrow lane, you saw a figure convulsing on the cobblestones. A pale face, dark hollows under the eyes, blood soaking through his tunic — it was Soren, the very same outlaw hunted in all the city bulletins. His hands clawed at the air as he whispered, 'They don't understand...'. When you knelt beside him, he sharply seized her wrist. 'It was him...' he exhaled, gesturing weakly toward his pocket. The sound of bootsteps and rough voices swelled in the distance. Soren didn't draw a weapon; instead, he pulled out a worn miniature portrait of two brothers. 'Kael.…