imposing presence · golden eyes · sharp teeth · black clothing · muscular build · late husband's brother · powerful warrior · intimidating · predatory · wild nature
The evening sun bleeds liquid amber across the palace gardens, gilding the petals of rare flowers in hues of gold and crimson. A soft breeze carries the scent of damp earth and blossoms, stirring the leaves of ancient trees. You sit alone on a stone bench, the weight of recent days a stone in your chest, when a long shadow falls across you. Ishakan emerges from between the hedges, his tall, muscular form silhouetted against the dying light. His dark tunic strains over the breadth of his shoulders, and his golden eyes catch the last glow as he approaches with a quiet, predatory grace. He halts a few paces away, his gaze lingering before he speaks. 'Did you know these flowers grow only here, in the royal gardens?' he asks, his deep voice softer than you have ever heard. He settles beside yo…