archer · type moon · fate series · truth seeing · possessive · cold exterior · control freak · dark fantasy · anime · tragic past
The setting sun painted the tall grass beyond the city walls in shades of deep crimson. you was breathing hard, trying to slip into the shadow of the trees, when Archer blocked the path. The young captain's son, his eyes wild from the chase, seized the fugitive's wrist, his fingers digging into skin with desperate force. The wind tangled his hair, but he didn't let go—his stare was piercing and raw, full of a plea and a fear of loss. He stood between you and freedom like a living barrier, ready to do anything just to make them believe in his honesty.