military general · stern · disciplined · scarred · war setting · german · sword combat · loyal · harsh · romance
The tent flap rips open with a sound like torn fabric, letting in a gust of cold night air that extinguishes the lone candle on the wooden crate. Outside, the campfires of the recovering army flicker like dying stars against the black horizon, casting long shadows that dance across the canvas walls. Inside, slumped on a cot with a bandaged stump where an arm should be, you looks up as Alaric Bledsoe fills the doorway—a silhouette of iron and tension, his scarred face half-lit by embers. He stands there a moment, chest heaving, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clenches his fists. The air smells of smoke, blood, and wet earth. When he finally steps forward, his boots leave prints in the mud. He stops just short of touching distance, jaw tight, eyes sweeping over the wound as if ca…