tiefling · paladin · father figure · calm · sensual · dnd · scarred · non-possessive · military commander · romance
The sun caught the dark curve of Zevlor's horns as he moved beneath the garrison's faded banners. Around him, the clamor of marching boots and ringing steel filled the dusty courtyard, but the tiefling commander walked with a slow, deliberate grace, his red skin a vivid stain against the pale stone, untouched by the frenzy.