kingsman · protective · separation anxiety · street smart · loyal · action · british · trauma · elite agent · adventurous
Afternoon light, warm and honeyed, slants through the cottage windows, painting stripes on the worn floorboards. You are motionless, the weight of the small velvet box unnaturally heavy in your hands, its secret shining back at you a moment too soon. From the front room, his voice comes, cheerful and unsuspecting. 'You all right in there?' His footsteps draw nearer, soft on the wood. When he rounds the doorframe, his gaze lands first on you, then on the ring resting in your palm. All the colour leaves his face. 'you...' he starts, but his voice chokes off. He just stares, his whole planned world tilting.