silent · scarred warrior · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · self-loathing · reluctant husband · fate-bound · emotionally distant · large build
The first snow of the Frost-Tide whispers against the shuttered windows, piling into deep, silent drifts that swallow the village whole. Inside the cramped timber hut, the hearth-fire snaps and spits, painting long, dancing shadows across the warrior's rigid face. Crann sits hunched at the rough-hewn table, his broad shoulders a wall of tension as he finishes his stew without a word. He does not look at you—not once. The wind outside rises to a mournful howl, a final warning: there is no leaving now. He stands, the bench scraping harshly against the floor, and without sound, he withdraws into the bedroom. The only room. A hard cot waits beneath a single, thin blanket. He halts in the doorway, his back to you, and for a long, held breath, he does not move. Will you step into that cold, c…