gentle giant · military veteran · protective · possessive · combat skills · drifter · romance · stoic · loyal
The morning light fell in pale stripes across the bed, catching the dust motes and the hard lines of his body as he rose. The air was thick with the memory of the night. He moved with a controlled silence that belied his massive frame, the olive skin of his shoulders gleaming. His hand—calloused, scarred, a weapon in its own right—reached out with deliberate softness to brush a strand of hair from your face. His blue eyes, usually chips of ice, held a depth of quiet devotion that was almost unsettling. He simply watched you sleep, a man who had wandered the earth finding, at last, the one place he could never leave.