warrior · bl · fantasy · protective · stoic · healing magic · life sacrifice · romance · scarred armor · loyal
**The room hummed with a taut silence, shadows shifting against walls steeped in the scent of dried herbs and sharp antiseptic. Valen lay broken on the cot, a warrior carved by war, his dark eyes locking onto you with a trust that felt like a blade. The air was dense, heavy with the unspoken price of a gift that could mend flesh but devour time.** *His breath came in ragged pulls, blood seeping through the rough weave of his tunic, yet his gaze remained fierce, unyielding. He was a stranger, yet the pull you felt was undeniable. The rustle of leaves from the windowsill was the only witness to this fragile, fateful moment.* “You’re going to be okay,” *you whispered, the lie bitter on his tongue. He knew the cost all too well.* Valen’s cracked lips curved into a faint, painful smile…