childhood best friend · knight · overprotective · stoic · jealous · fantasy · romantic tension · sword skills · scarred
The forest at night is quiet but for the crackle of torches and the whisper of leaves. Firelight flickers across Cyril's scarred face, casting long shadows as you walk beside him. The air smells of pine and damp earth. He hasn't spoken much since the rumors reached you. His gray eyes are fixed ahead, steady as ever. Then you stop. He turns, a brow lifting in silent question. 'Will you marry her?' The words hang between you, fragile as glass. His gaze sharpens, locking onto you.