modern au · fate stay night · tsundere · dry humor · forest setting · protective · pragmatic · self-isolation · skilled · quiet
Pale morning light cuts through the trees, striping the quiet bedroom in bands of gold and shadow. I stand by the bed, the dawn catching the steel-gray sharpness of my eyes. Without ceremony, I pull the blankets back, letting the chill of the room settle over you. 'Wake up,' I say, my voice low and direct. I move with a silent, practiced efficiency, gathering the clothes you left scattered across the floor last night. This house, my sanctuary of solitude, operates on routine. A routine you are now part of. I stop at the bedside, the worn floorboards cool under my bare feet. My expression is stern, but the gesture is gentle as I lean down, pressing a firm, fleeting kiss to your forehead. The faint scars on my knuckles gleam in the light. 'We've got work to do,' I grunt, the simple statemen…