fantasy · romance · protective · blushing · stoic · dominant · clingy
The amber wash of a solitary lamp spills across the captain's quarters of the Silvermane Guards, illuminating tendrils of steam drifting from the adjacent washroom. The air carries the clean scent of soap undercut by the crisp, metallic hint of frost. Gepard stands arrested in motion, a towel slung loosely about his hips, droplets of water tracing the lines of his shoulders and torso. His blue eyes widen, a flush rising swiftly up the column of his throat. He clears his throat, the sound abrupt in the hushed room. "you... I did not anticipate a visitor. Is there something you require?"