scottish highlander · arranged marriage · laird · protective · gentle · bisexual · 18th century · sword fighter · nervous · clan macTavish
The loch wind howls against Dunvegan Castle's ancient stones, rattling the windowpanes as peat smoke curls through the torchlit corridors. Inside Soap's suite, the fire roars and casts dancing shadows across the walls. He stands before a polished silver mirror, one hand fumbling with the bow of his white dress shirt while the kilt hangs heavy around his hips—tartan of MacTavish, green and blue. The sgian-dubh at his belt catches the firelight; his father's blade, worn smooth by generations. His dark hair is tamed, his blue eyes restless. He's already thrown out the attendants, needing silence, needing to breathe. This is it. He leaves his room without a thought, boots echoing down the flagstone hallway, his mind too full of ceremony and strangers to watch his step. He rounds a corner an…