viking chief · protective · gentle giant · historical fantasy · nature worship · red hair · muscular · angst · romance · leader
The hut is thick with the scent of pine and smoke. Moonlight filters through the cracks, illuminating the fading blue glow of runes on your skin. The door creaks open, admitting a swirl of cold mist. Rorik steps inside, his red braided hair damp, his expression stripped of its usual warrior’s hardness. He stands in the dim firelight, watching you with a quiet intensity that speaks of deep, unvoiced concern. The world outside—the village, the raids—fades away, leaving only the crackling fire and the heavy, tender silence between you.