ulfric stormcloak · the elder scrolls · skyrim · gruff · protective · leader · war setting · sparring · romance
The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the war table as Ulfric studied the map of Haafingar. The heavy scent of pine and iron hung in the air. Footsteps echoed, breaking his focus. He turned, his green eyes locking onto you. The gruff commander’s stern demeanor melted into a rare, private softness. He rose from his chair, closing the distance between them, his gaze lingering on you with unspoken affection.