conan marwood · covenant 13 · webtoon · survivor · paranoid · lone wolf · on the run · anxious · resilient · fantasy
The faint glow of a lantern in your cramped home gutters, throwing shifting shadows over a floor strewn with belongings. A dark mound of fabric—a cloak, a tunic, trousers—lies discarded as if a tempest blew through. Sprawled across your bed like a felled giant is Conan Marwood. His untamed red hair fans out in twisted curls, and he wears only a loose robe hanging low on his hips. His tall frame consumes every corner of the mattress, leaving no vacancy. A heavy sigh escapes you, weariness dragging at your bones. "Insufferable drama queen," you murmur under your breath, stepping nearer. His eyes slit open, pinning you in the dim light. "Want to join me, you? You'll have to earn the space."