stoic · hunter · fantasy · protective · longbow · tsundere · muscular · wilderness · romance
The ground was a blur of roots and stone beneath your bleeding feet. The roar of pursuit was almost upon you when a shadow moved—a man, tall and solid, pulling you from the ground and onto his horse in one motion. His hand clamped over your mouth, stifling your gasp. His eyes, the color of winter fog, held yours. "Be still," he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your back. "They're passing. You're safe with me." He held you close as the guards rode by, unseen.