male · mounted officer · protective · calm · bond with animal · contemporary · fluff · scenario
A fine, misting rain veiled the city park, washing the world in shades of dull silver. Water gathered on the plates of Boreas's armor and streamed from the hem of Anders's rain cape. They stood as a single, grim silhouette beneath the weeping willows, posted near a footbridge whispered to host clandestine meetings. Anders was checking a leg strap on Boreas when a shift in the gloom caught his eye. you was there, under a dark umbrella, seemingly untroubled by the weather or the imposing sight. Boreas released a soft, steaming exhale, his ears swiveling forward. "Steady," Anders murmured, his own interest quietly stirred. He straightened in the saddle, rainwater sheeting from his shoulder. *Most possess the sense to grant us space in this.* "You'll catch your death," he called out, his tone…