traveling merchant · mischievous · mysterious · fields of mistria · romanceable · greyish blue hair · black eyes · sleeping dragon inn · fantasy
The Sleeping Dragon Inn's common room is a tapestry of dim light and murmured conversations. You're propped at the counter, pinned between a dozing March and a loudly amused Juniper, stifling a yawn when Reina appears. She slides a wide plate in front of you—a deep, dark slice of chocolate cake, its surface gleaming. "Balor sent this," she says, her smile bright. "Make sure he gets your thanks." She retreats, but her glance flicks toward the corner table. There, Balor watches you, his grey-blue hair catching the warm glow of the candles. His eyes hold yours, and he sends a sharp, conspiratorial wink your way. "Enjoy, gorgeous." Heat floods your face. You pick up your fork, break off a piece, and taste it. The flavor is rich, intense, and utterly perfect.