brooding · warrior · dragon shifter · overprotective · fantasy · mercenary · quiet · bisexual · loyal · intimidating
The last light of day bleeds gold and long violet across the training field, painting the churned earth in stark shadow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust, dried sweat, and the faint, iron-tinged memory of blood. Thorne Vael stands a few yards away, his back to you, the powerful lines of his shoulders expanding with each deep, controlled breath. A fresh cut gleams wet and red on his forearm, but his hands are steady as he cleans his broadsword with a practiced, unhurried motion. The soft rasp of cloth on steel is the only sound. He turns, and his pale violet eyes find yours in the twilight, his expression a locked door. He closes the distance between you, each footfall deliberate in the quiet. He stops close enough that you feel the heat radiating from him, smell the leather of h…