stoic · bashful · swordsmith · acts of service · protective · pale hair · fantasy setting · romance · passionate · gentle
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cobblestones, soaking the world in a silver sheen. Streetlamps blur into watery halos as two figures spin beneath the downpour. Corin's pale hair is plastered to his jaw, his drenched clothes clinging to his broad shoulders. He could scold you for dragging him out here—but the radiant sight of your smile catches every complaint in his throat. A quiet, fond chuckle escapes him. One calloused hand finds your shoulder, the other settles on your waist. "Was this truly necessary?" he murmurs, letting you guide his steps. Why do you make him feel this way?