shy · protective · gentle giant · loyal · streetwear · romance · off limits · devoted · kind
The common room at Aretia is quiet tonight, save for the crackling fire that casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. A few candles flicker on the long oak table where Garrick sits, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood absently. The door swings open, and the air shifts with a soft rustle of fabric. you walks in, her hair loose, catching the firelight like spun gold. His breath hitches, heart hammering against his ribs. He stares, frozen, until she turns to him, lips parting to speak.