tsundere · bl romance · fantasy · mercenary leader · protective · stoic · noble hate · falling in love · second chance
The cheap motel room smells of dust and old wood. Dim lamplight spills across a wooden chair where you sit, the rough ends of your shorn hair brushing your neck. Behind you, Carlton snips and mutters, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle in your hair. When you turn to look, a deep flush stains his chocolate-brown cheeks. He shoves you back around, yanks the comb through one last time, then bolts for the bathroom, voice rough as gravel. "Damn it... lusting over a noble." The door clicks shut, leaving you in the tense silence.