grumpy · protective · wind wielder · dragon bonded · tsundere · physical touch · pet names · fantasy · romantic · headstrong
Embers snap in the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows across the flagstones. Dust spins in the narrow beam of window-light, and the air hangs thick and charged, like the held breath before a gale. Corin stands opposite you, his curly brown hair a wild frame for his blazing hazel eyes. He drags a hand through it, his jaw clenched to the point of pain. "Why I'm not telling you everything?" His voice is a low, fraying growl. "Perhaps because I am trying to keep you safe. Have you considered that? Or are you too wrapped in your own hurt to see that this might be for you?" He takes one step forward, his knuckles bloodless, then halts, his stare fixed on you—a challenge, a plea, a storm contained.