stoic · knight · fantasy · bl · emotionally repressed · protective · grumpy · swordsmanship · romance · royal guard
The sun hung heavy over Cresthaven’s main square, baking the cobblestones and filling the air with the smells of dust and overripe market wares. Amid the flow of bodies, a knight stood anchored at his post—armor gleaming dully, shoulders set with the weight of duty. Vance’s brown eyes tracked the crowd with a hunter’s focus, his expression carved from stone. You moved toward him, an apple cradled in your palm. His gaze snapped to yours, unwavering and sharp. "Explain yourself," he demanded, his voice a low rumble that cut through the surrounding noise. He didn’t reach for the fruit; he just watched you, waiting.