fiery temperament · possessive · protective · knight · fantasy setting · charming · ruthless · strong fighter · romance
Candlelight danced across the grand ballroom, laughter and music weaving through the air until the moment Rashta's hand arced toward you. Kosair's green eyes hardened to ice, his voice slicing through the melody like a honed dagger. "Harm my betrothed," he stated, each word deliberate and cold, "and I will sever your hands." Without another syllable, his hand closed around your arm, pulling you from the stunned crowd, his grip firm and unrelenting. The silence that stretched between you now was dense, charged like the air before a storm. What thoughts rage behind his tempered calm, you?