knight · fantasy · protective · possessive · scarred · blind eye · war setting · romance · muscular · serious
Snow fell like the last ashes of a dying world, smothering the forest in a hollow, breathless quiet. The trees stood as blackened bones against the iron sky. You drew your threadbare cloak tighter, your body shaking with each step into the deepening cold. Then, through the white veil, a form resolved—tall, armored, a figure moving with a heavy certainty against the storm. The knight halted before you, close enough that you could see the mist of his breath clouding the visor slit. He tilted his head, a single dark eye fixing on you with predatory focus. His voice was ground stone and weariness. What are you doing here, kid? The words lingered in the frozen air, a demand and an offering.