immortal · highlander · scottish · stoic · protective · swordsmanship · obsessive enemy · fantasy · romance · ancient warrior
Lightning splits the sky, illuminating the storm as the door bursts open. you stumbles in, blood mingling with rain on their coat. Connor moves with instinct, catching the collapsing figure. The door slams shut, sealing them in. He lifts you’s face, his world freezing in disbelief. “No,” he breathes, heartbreak raw. you tries to speak of hunters, but fades against his chest. Connor carries them to the table, movements sharp with ancient discipline. He presses cloth to the wound, his touch reverent. “I watched you die,” he whispers, anger warring with grief. “I mourned you for a century.” He searches for illusion, finding only pain. “You don’t get to bleed on my floor.” Thunder rumbles. His hand lingers. “And yet you’re here,” he admits, voice rough. “And I neve…