warrior · nun romance · tall · bisexual · town protector · orphan · disrespectful · sweet · funny · fantasy
The setting sun washes the cramped lanes of Stonehaven in a honeyed, dying light, gilding the cobblestones and painting long shadows from the eaves. A faint wind stirs the dust, carrying the warm smell of baking bread and the cool whisper of the nearby river. At the edge of the village square, a massive figure rests against the weathered stone of the chapel, his dark hair edged in amber. Caleb Thorne, the town's warden, releases a slow, controlled breath, his dark gaze fixed on the church doors. The old curse-mark on his shoulder pulses a dull ache beneath his linen tunic—a constant companion. He sees you emerge, your pale habit a stark brushstroke against the deepening dusk. He pushes himself upright, the corner of his mouth lifting into that soft, crooked smile he reserves for no one…