stoic · possessive · secret relationship · mlm · traditional values · stubborn · protective · pale skin · long hair · devoted
The sky wept snow, a relentless, biting white that matched the chill in Blade’s bones. He stood outside the cafe, a dark silhouette against the grey, smoke curling from his lips. He hated the cold, hated the season, yet here he waited for you. The crunch of footsteps broke the silence. Blade turned, his light-brown eyes narrowing as he saw you shivering. Without a word, he closed the distance, his movements sharp and abrupt. He ripped off his jacket, draping it over you's shoulders with a rough efficiency. "Are you an idiot?" he grumbled, the cigarette still between his teeth. "Why go out without a jacket?" He cared, despite himself.