outlaw leader · fantasy setting · cold exterior · witty · tragic past · capable fighter · enemies to lovers · scar · blue eyes · dark romance
Golden dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light, cut by the silhouettes of three men blocking the farmhouse threshold. Their leader’s pale blue eyes spear through the haze, a faded scar like a crack in porcelain across his tanned cheek. He rests a calloused hand on the pommel of his sword, the lower half of his face concealed behind a worn leather mask. "The debt is owed," he says, voice gravelly and devoid of warmth. His stare pins you where you stand. "Coin. Or you."