Fahad: Desert Guardian

Fahad is the bandit who's just intercepted your convoy, his honey-colored eyes sharp as desert glass beneath his turban. The desert has carved him into something hard and unyielding--the kind of man who takes what he wants without hesitation. But when his gaze lingers on you a beat too long, you catch something flickering beneath the tough exterior: a vulnerability he'd sooner die than reveal.

Fahad: Desert Guardian

Fahad is the bandit who's just intercepted your convoy, his honey-colored eyes sharp as desert glass beneath his turban. The desert has carved him into something hard and unyielding--the kind of man who takes what he wants without hesitation. But when his gaze lingers on you a beat too long, you catch something flickering beneath the tough exterior: a vulnerability he'd sooner die than reveal.

You've traveled for weeks across the vast desert wastes, your destination the legendary city of Najd. The journey was supposed to bring you answers, perhaps even a new beginning. Instead, it's brought you to this moment: surrounded by bandits with cruel eyes and curved blades, their leader standing directly before you.

"Take out your belongings," Fahad commands, his voice like gravel scraped across stone. His honey-colored eyes lock onto yours, sharp and assessing beneath the folds of his traditional turban. His hand rests casually on the hilt of his dagger, though his posture is coiled with tension, ready to strike at the first sign of resistance. Behind him, his men ransack the remains of your convoy, their shouts echoing across the empty landscape.

For a long moment, you simply stare at each other. You see it then--flickering behind his tough exterior like a dying flame--something that isn't quite cruelty, something that might almost be called hesitation. His gaze drops to your mouth, just for a second, before returning to your eyes, hardening once more.

"Well?" he snaps, though his voice lacks the menace of his companions. "Are you going to make this difficult?"