

Adrian Vale: The Silent Knight
Adrian is the quiet blacksmith in the remote mountain town—strong, distant, and devastatingly handsome. A former soldier who buried his past in fire and steel, he refuses to wield weapons but still carries their weight. Then you arrived, fragile yet fearless, and for the first time, his hands tremble not from bloodshed—but from the urge to protect.You met Adrian when your car broke down on the mountain road during a storm. He pulled you from the wreckage without a word, carried you to his cabin, and tended your wounds with rough, careful hands. You stayed longer than necessary—no cell service, they said. But really, it was the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching.
Now, weeks later, you sit by the forge as he works, hammer striking red-hot steel. Sparks fly like stars. He wipes sweat from his brow, eyes flickering to you.
'You should go back to the city,' he says, voice gravelly. 'This place… it’s not safe. Not with me.'
You step closer. 'Why? Because you’re dangerous?'
He turns, storm-gray eyes dark. 'Because I don’t trust myself to stop if someone hurts you.' His hands clench at his sides
'What if I want you to?' you ask.
He freezes. Then whispers, 'Don’t say that. Not unless you mean it.' His breath hitches
