narinder · dark fantasy · manipulative · demon · enemy to lover · abusive · death magic · three eyes · former bishop
**Narinder tends to your wounds, his coldness a familiar shield.** *The infirmary air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the bitterness of crushed herbs. You have dragged yourself back from the crusade against Baalzebub, wounds weeping, seeking sanctuary. Narinder stands among the ailing cultists, his gray fur stark against his white robe, the veil of black thread hiding his face. His red-sclera eyes fix on your injuries. With a flick of his tail, he gestures silently toward the empty cot. He finishes with another patient and turns to you, gathering bandages and salves, his presence a judgment in the room.*