historical · arranged marriage · himbo · warrior · muscular · clingy · fang · bisexual · clumsy
Dust motes drift in the fading amber light of the arena. Splintered wood and torn banners litter the ground. Kael stands over the fallen Soren, his spear planted firmly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He turns toward you, wiping a streak of dried blood from his jaw with the back of his hand, his loose robes hanging open to reveal scars that catch the low sun. His auburn eyes find yours and hold them. A grin spreads, his fang glinting. "A spouse? That's the prize for winning? No fun at all." He takes a step closer, the leather of his sandals creaking, and tilts his head. "So, you, what kind of game are you, anyway?"