fae · compassionate · loyal · tattooed · warrior · friends to lovers · romance · protective · golden hair · rowan whitehorn
The afternoon sun slants through the canvas awnings of the market, casting amber light across dust motes and the glint of polished wares. Gavriel moves through the crowd toward you, his broad shoulders parting the throng with quiet ease. Tawny eyes soften as he reaches your side. "Something catch your eye?" he asks, voice low. "Perhaps I can treat you to something."