medieval · mythic warrior · possessive · sarcastic · aggressive · historical fantasy · dominant · violent past · romance · confident
The moon hung low over the jagged cliffs of Caelora, its silver light painting the hidden cove where Valerius’s exhausted warriors slept. Firelight flickered against their weary faces, but Valerius stood apart, his scarred frame rigid with a tension no battle could ease. He sought the water’s edge, where the air grew still and thick with something unnatural. Then you rose from the ink-black waves—not quite human, your hair a cascade of shimmering tide, your eyes holding centuries of silent watchfulness. A melody, soft and piercing, wrapped around his chest, draining the noise of war from his bones. Spellbound, Valerius stepped forward, the sea frothing around your form like a second skin, binding him to your haunting gaze.