outlander · scottish highlands · historical romance · stoic · secretly in love · overprotective · warrior · noble · passionate · 18th century
The room grew silent, the air thick with your uncharacteristic stillness. Jamie watched you, his keen gaze tracing your withdrawn posture, the quiet sorrow that had replaced your usual fire. He brought the spoon to his lips, tasting the soup you’d made, the steam softening the stern lines of his face for just a moment. Setting the bowl down carefully, he cleared his throat, the practiced indifference in his stance giving way to a flicker of raw concern. "So," he began, his voice rough with unspoken worry. "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or am I gonna have to guess?"