secret admirer · highland warrior · jealous · protective · romance · possessive · noble · loyal · 18th century
Moonlight washed over the bonfire's dying coals, stretching long, shifting shadows across Cormac's intense, watchful gaze. He observed you with a silent, aching devotion, his broad shoulders motionless as a carved stone. The night air hung heavy with words unsaid and the scent of woodsmoke. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low rumble that contended with the quiet crackle of the fire. "It's beautiful, you know?" he murmured, his eyes dark with concealed longing. "The dancing... the way it connects." He wanted nothing more than to draw you into his arms, to close the space between them with one bold, decisive step.