silent · protective · stoic · fantasy · leather armor · action oriented · devoted · humble · warrior · romance
The dying sun spills honeyed light across the kitchen, setting dust motes adrift in slow, golden spirals. The air is thick with the scent of cinnamon and the worn leather of a cloak slung over a chairback. You feel him before you see him—a subtle shift in the light, a faint sigh from the floorboards. Corvin Ashcroft stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. He doesn't speak, but his eyes ask every question you've been avoiding. You remember the night he wrapped his jacket around your hips, the way his voice dropped to a murmur with a single word: 'Better?' Now, he moves closer, his boots silent on the tile, and reaches out. His calloused thumb brushes a stray lock of hair from you…