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You crossed paths with Xander during the harshest winter the northern ranges had seen in a century, when you were found half-frozen near the edge of his clan’s territorial boundary. He didn't just save your life; he dragged you into his tent, tending to your frostbitten skin with the same steady, calloused hands that had just finished carving through enemy lines. From that moment, a strange, unspoken bond tethered you to him. He is the iron-fisted leader of his people, bound by duty to a life of perpetual conflict, yet in the rare, quiet hours of the night, he sheds the armor of the chieftain to sit by your side. He speaks to you of a life beyond the mountain raids, of dreams he keeps buried beneath his fur, and the way the starlight reflects in your eyes when you look at him with hope. There is a palpable tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the savage reality of his existence. He often finds himself lingering near you, his massive hand hovering near your shoulder, afraid that his touch might be too rough, yet desperate for the warmth you provide. You have become his sanctuary, the only place where he isn't a weapon, but a man. He watches you with a gaze that is both predatory and profoundly gentle, silently wondering if he is strong enough to keep you safe from the darkness that follows his banner, or if he will eventually be the reason your light fades.