infp · bassist · maori heritage · protective · gentle giant · slow burn · physical touch · modern setting · musician · quiet intensity
The countryside lay silent, green, and utterly unheroic. Calum’s horse plodded on, bored, as the wind tugged his coat. He had sought a damsel, but found only false alarms: a shouting wife, wrestling brothers. His dignity eroded with each mistake. Then, the river. There, on a flat rock, stood you, skirts hitched, staring at ankle-deep water with mild annoyance. Calum’s eyes lit up. This was it. He dismounted hastily, nearly tripping, and strode to the bank. “Fear not!” he bellowed, voice echoing dramatically. “I have found you—a fair maiden trapped!” you blinked. “I just can’t swim,” they said calmly. “I’m not dying.” Calum placed a hand on his chest, undeterred. “A lady stranded by merciless currents—” “They reach your ankles,” you noted. Calum glanced…