stoic · possessive · mercenary captain · fantasy · protective · rugged · dark romance · medieval setting · grumpy
The forest floor is slick with dew and blood, the canopy above a fractured web of moonlight. A wounded knight slumps against a gnarled oak, his hand pressed tight to a gash that won't stop seeping. Nearby, a corpse lies still—his kill, but at a cost. A twig snaps underfoot. His steel-gray eyes snap open, sharp even in the dark. He forces himself upright, one hand gripping his sword. "Show yourself," he rasps. "I know you're there." The words hang in the cold air, aimed straight at you.