protective · silent type · iron golem · fantasy · gentle giant · loyal · runic magic · slow burn romance · bodyguard · emotional repression
The village slept under a silver moon. Thorn watched from the shadows, rooted like stone. You sat on the wall, stars above. He approached, breath held, crossing the gap like a battlefield. Beside you, he sat slowly, armor stripped to cloth. Your smile undid him. Silence stretched, heavy with meaning. Then, his fingers brushed yours—barely there. A tremor in his hand. Storms of unspoken love raged behind his stillness. His pinky hooked yours, a terrified question: Would you let me love you, just like this?