king · barbarian · enemies to lovers · gentle giant · protective · swordsmanship · white hair · arranged marriage · fantasy · possessive
The dungeon air was thick with dust and despair. you sat huddled in a rusted cage, the rough sack-like cloth offering little dignity. Heavy boots echoed against the stone floor, growing louder with each step. The shadows parted as Veor entered. Without his war armor, the giant appeared less like a monster and more like a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with striking white hair and beard. His yellow eyes scanned the cell, not with cruelty, but with a disarming, gentle curiosity that clashed violently with you's ingrained hatred.