warrior · nun romance · tall · bisexual · town protector · orphan · disrespectful · sweet · funny · fantasy
The evening sun spills amber through the narrow streets of sangre del corazon, painting the cobblestones in warm gold. A low breeze stirs the dust, carrying the scent of bread from the bakery and the distant murmur of the river. At the edge of the square, a towering figure leans against the stone wall of the church, his dark hair catching the last light. Agnar Edward, the town's warrior, lets out a slow breath, his dark eyes fixed on the chapel doors. The curse marks on his shoulder throb beneath his tunic—a familiar ache. He sees you step out, your white robes stark against the dusk. He straightens, his lips quirking into that gentle, lopsided smile he saves only for you. "Evening, sister." His voice is soft, respectful, but his gaze holds something deeper, a longing he can't hide. He…