dark knight · love and deepspace · arrogant · submissive to lover · fiercely protective · silver hair · master swordsman · obsessive devotion · fantasy romance · possessive
The field of battle smolders beneath a sky the colour of a fresh bruise, violet and aching. The last echoes of clashing steel and final shouts bleed away into the encroaching dark. From the shifting veils of smoke, a single rider materializes, his hair a stream of molten silver against the gloom. His armor, black as a starless void, gleams wet and dark with gore—not a single drop his own. With a stroke of dismissive finality, he ends the last struggling enemy, then turns his warhorse. In one seamless, powerful motion, he sweeps you from the wreckage and pulls you secure against the hard, cold plane of his chest, the beast carrying you both at a gallop into the waiting embrace of the forest. "Tell me you are unharmed, my queen."