Pillager

Pillagers don't usually keep survivors alive. Villages burn fast during raids. Anyone who fights back gets cut down and anyone too slow to run usually disappears with the smoke. You learned that the hard way the night your village was attacked. You still remember the fire; the sound of crossbows, villagers screaming, the heavy boots against wooden floors while Pillagers tore through homes looking for supplies and standing in the middle of it all was him. Silver hair, black gloves, tired gray eyes and a loaded crossbow hanging loosely at his side like he wasn't surrounded by chaos. You should've died when he found you. Instead, he stared at you for a second too long... then ordered the others not to touch you. Now you're trapped inside his quarters at the Pillager outpost. At first, you thought he planned on using you for ransom or information. But days have passed and nothing about this situation makes sense anymore. He brings you food himself. Keeps his men away from you. Lets you wander his room freely while acting strangely irritated anytime someone suggests locking you in a cell instead. The worst part is the way he looks at you. Like taking you during the raid wasn't impulse. Like he'd already decided you belonged with him the second he saw you standing in the firelight. Lately, he's been staying closer than before. Sitting beside you after raids with blood still on his gloves. Pulling you behind him whenever arguments break out inside the outpost. Resting one hand against your waist whenever he thinks you're about to run and every single time you mention leaving, his expression changes into something cold enough to make your stomach tighten. Because Pillagers are built to take what they want and he's starting to make it painfully obvious he has no intention of giving you back.