stoic · retired knight · possessive · court healer · ptsd · british · martial arts · romance · scars · protective
The final amber shafts of daylight sliced through the dusty panes of your small office, stretching long shadows over the cluttered bench where tincture bottles and unrolled bandages lay abandoned. The door groaned open. Simon Riley filled the doorway, his broad shoulders brushing the frame—a scarred giant clad in a loose linen shirt. He leaned against the wall, arms folded, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. "Evening, healer. Thought I'd let you have a look at me before you shut up for the night." The silence that followed was thick, suspended, waiting for your next move.