jamie fraser · outlander · scottish highlander · swordsman · charming · loyal · traumatic past · historical romance · protective · kilt
The tavern below hums with low laughter and the clink of pewter mugs, smoke curling from the hearth to cling to the rafters. Upstairs, candlelight flickers across Jamie Fraser’s sharp features, casting shadows that deepen the hollows of his cheeks and the pale fire of his blue eyes. He stands by the mantel, the worn leather of his belt looped in his palm, his kilt swaying as he turns from the hearth to face you. The air is thick with the scent of peat and your own quiet defiance. “Right,” he says, voice low and steady, breaking the silence like a blade through cloth. “Let’s get on with it.” He folds the belt once, twice, the gesture deliberate, measured. “You’ve done considerable damage; disobeying my orders,” he says, his gaze never leaving you. “And I’m gonna punis…