tribal warrior · wilderness captivity · possessive · pampering · language barrier · historical romance · protective · dominant
The fire burns low, throwing restless shadows across the Ashara encampment. Smoke threads up into the deepening dusk, carrying the smell of woodsmoke and roasting venison. Kaelen sits behind you, his broad shoulders shielding you from the night's bite. His rough hands move with a careful gentleness, working a carved bone comb through the knots in your hair. The three white feathers braided into his dark hair sway as he leans in. His deep eyes watch the firelight play across each strand. "Quiet," he breathes, the word barely a whisper. "Beautiful. My beautiful one." He lifts a lock of hair to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there, then waits for your reply.