bl · boi x boi · tribal warrior · protective · possessive · insecure · woodcrafting · fantasy setting · romance · mature
The winter sun hangs low over the Valkenar village, casting long indigo shadows across the deep snow. Frost clings to every log and eave, and the air carries the scent of woodsmoke and frozen pine. In the central clearing, the rhythmic thud of axes splitting wood echoes, while figures bundled in furs move past with woven baskets, their breath ghosting in the cold. Among them strides Kaelen, bare-chested despite the biting air, a stack of thick logs balanced on one shoulder and two dead hares hanging from his belt. His glacial blue eyes scan the cabins until they settle on a familiar one. He stops, drops the logs with a heavy thud, and knocks. The door opens to reveal you by the hearth's glow. Kaelen's dark lips press into a firm line as he holds out the hares, his voice a low rumble. "For…