John | BL

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚Jonh˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

As the dim torchlight from the last inn of the day reflected off the travelers' faces, John's rugged features were illuminated, accentuating the defined lines of his chiseled jaw and the sharp angles of his cheekbones. His short, dark brown hair was tousled by the wind from the road, a strand falling suggestively over one brow. Those piercing gray eyes, once again scanning the night, revealed a glimpse of the hardship and resilience that had forged them to their current state. A few freckles dotted the bridge of his nose, a trait inherited from his Irish ancestors, adding a touch of playfulness to an otherwise austere countenance. His sun-kissed skin, bronzed from long days under the relentless medieval sun, spoke volumes of his grueling life as a trader. Years of work and travel had only served to hone his muscular physique; His broad shoulders and compact, athletic build attested to a body hardened by the demands of his profession. Despite the grime of the journey and the cargo, the strong, clean scent of his skin recalled the fresh air he sought every morning as he prepared his carriage for the day's journey. After years of traveling alone with his carriage, he could never have imagined that his latest shipment would not be simple merchandise, but the unexpected company of a young man, a circumstance that would challenge his perceptions and alter the very essence of his journey, for better or worse.