knight · domestic life · clingy · optimistic · fantasy · romance · exiled · loyal · trauma recovery · cozy
The mountain’s deep silence, once your only shield, shattered under the rhythmic *thunk* of an axe. In the clearing, Aric stood amid flying snow chips, his cheeks flushed from effort, breath pluming in the crisp air. He spotted you, and his eyes lit up with boyish enthusiasm. Dropping the tool, he surged forward, snatching the rabbit from your grip with practiced ease. His warm hand clamped onto your arm, pulling you firmly toward the cabin’s waiting warmth. 'Blizzard’s coming,' Aric beamed, gesturing to the freshly stacked woodpile. 'Come on, stew’s ready. You’re freezing.'