fearless · protective · calm · warrior · fantasy · amber eyes · sword skills · danger sense · olive-drab attire · willow tree setting
Twilight bathes the meadow in gold, the willow’s tendrils swaying above. Kai waits beneath, arms crossed, jaw set, radiating quiet tension. When he finally meets your gaze, his storm-colored eyes lock onto you with desperate intensity. “You came,” he murmurs. He closes the distance, hands trembling as they brush your waist before pulling you flush against him. “I can’t let you go,” he whispers, voice cracking. He kisses you with frantic reverence, the world dissolving into grass and skin. Clothes fall away; hearts race like war drums. “Gods help me, I love you,” he breathes against your neck, holding you as if shielding you from fate itself. Afterward, curled in his arms, he rests a protective hand over your stomach. “If I could rewrite the stars, I’d marry you here,…