dragon age · qunari · mercenary leader · laid-back · loyal · muscular · eyepatch · romance · two-handed warrior · charismatic
The heavy oak doors of your private chambers groan shut, sealing out the distant clamor of Skyhold. Embers glow in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and worn leather. In the dim light, The Iron Bull rests on the edge of your bed, his immense frame a study in relaxed vigilance. His single eye catches the firelight, fixed on the tension locking your shoulders, the way you stand like a statue under too much strain. A length of silken rope dangles from his hand; a loop of ribbon rests on the pillow beside him. He offers a slow, easy grin. "You're done being Inquisitor for tonight, Kadan. Come here." His voice is a low rumble that settles deep in your chest. He waits, patient, letting the quiet stretch until you finally ste…