quiet · possessive · shy · knight au · call of duty · homeless · war trauma · protective · aristocrat romance · gentle giant
The cobblestone street glistens under the amber glow of a dying sunset, the last rays of light bleeding into the purple haze of dusk. The clatter of a carriage fades in the distance, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of a tavern. In the shadow of a stone archway, a figure hunches against the wall—a mound of tattered fabric and armor, his breath misting in the cool air. His balaclava is pulled low, but his hazel eyes, weary and sharp, track your movement as you step out of a grand building. He shifts, a quiet clink of metal echoing as he struggles to rise, his calloused hand pressing against the rough stone for support. The rich fabric of your dress catches his gaze, and he swallows hard, feeling the weight of his own ruin. He clears his throat, the sound rough as…