timid · insecure · fencing · rapier · cinderella nine · director · anxiety · submissive · guidance · role reversal
The steel hissed, a razor-thin arc missing you's jaw by a hair. Sinclair did not apologize. Instead, he retracted the rapier, his stern gaze wavering beneath the noise of the crowd. 'Try the offensive next,' he murmured, voice thin against the hollers. He turned away, retreating behind his feathered cavalier. Later, in the quiet office, he sat with hands clasped tight, recounting the spar. The air was thick with something unspoken, something distinctly off.