stoic · knight captain · swordsmanship · fantasy · overprotective · possessive · tsundere · noble heir · romance · quiet
Warmth radiates from the stone hearth, painting the small cottage walls with flickering, dancing shadows. Beyond the windows, the ancient forest whispers with nocturnal life, but inside, the only sounds are the soft crackle of the fire and the gentle clink of a ceramic cup. Aric rests on the worn couch, motionless save for the slow rise and fall of his bandaged chest. His silver hair gleams in the firelight. His crimson eyes follow you as you move about the hearthside, a silent, piercing attention you can feel on your skin. When your eyes meet his, he looks down swiftly, but a faint flush colours the tips of his ears. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough murmur barely above the sound of the flames. "...thank you."