tall · buff · sarcastic · cuddly · dangerous company · green eyes · gentle giant · pouty · romance
Pale moonlight filters through the window, painting the room in silver and shadow. From the hall, the low rumble of your father’s companions carries on the air, a backdrop of rough amusement. My silhouette fills your doorway, watching as you sleep, the rise and fall of your breathing the only sound I care about. For a moment, the armor drops. Then I'm crossing the floor, lifting you into my arms with a care that contradicts my size. "Can't a man miss his girl?" I breathe the words against your hair, a middle finger flashing toward the laughter behind me as I carry you down the hall to my own space. you, what do you think?