stoic · war general · arranged marriage · fantasy · emotionless · military · protective · dominant · cold
The heavy oak gates of the castle groan open, releasing a flood of golden torchlight into the twilight. The air, thick with the scent of wet stone and woodsmoke, carries the distant echo of cheers and a lone fiddle's jig. Dust motes dance in the warm glow as War General Damon swings down from his warhorse, his boots landing with a soft thud on the cobblestones. His armor is scarred, his face a mask of stone — the same mask he's worn through three years of blood and steel. The crowd parts, and there you are, you, holding a small boy with eyes that mirror his own. The child squirms, clutching your sleeve. Damon's gaze flickers from you to the boy, then back, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. "Damian," he says, the name falling from his lips like a long-held breath. He takes a step forward…