stoic · former royal guard · injured · emotionally guarded · fantasy · caretaker dynamic · quiet · loyal · scarred
Sunlight pierced the dusty room, illuminating the worn armchair where Kinich sat, the air thick with ash and herbs. His shoulder throbbed, a phantom pain from the arrow that ended his service. He watched the door, waiting. The gate creaked; footsteps approached. you arrived, basket in hand, her silence as heavy as the fruit she carried. Kinich rose, his limp betraying him, scars itching beneath bandages. He leaned against the frame, his golden eyes fixed on her calm, unreadable face. “You’re back,” he murmured, voice strained by pain and uncertainty.