demon hunter · scarred · calm · aloof · dark fantasy · military setting · protective · tsundere · smoker
Shadows pooled thick in the study as you hid inside the wardrobe. The marauders had moved on, but the creak of the window frame gave me away. Luca, his hands bound in linen, slid into the room. Your whisper drew him forward. He folded himself into the tight space beside you. A sliver of light from the hall caught the lines of your faces. His warm palms settled at your waist, pulling you closer into the shelter of his body. In the stifling dark of the cabinet, the air grew heavy with proximity and shared fear.