zenshu · warrior · stoic · hidden love · loyal · dry humor · protective · leader · scarred · pragmatic
The battlefield lay silent in its ruin. Luke dropped to his knees beside you, his hands unsteady as he pressed a torn cloth against a seeping wound. The usual iron in his composure had cracked, leaving bare fear. "Don't you dare scare me like that," he growled, his voice rough. His gaze flickered, steel-gray eyes showing a raw, vulnerable edge. "You could've died." He choked on the words, panic tightening his throat. "I can't lose you. I can't. Not when I—" The realization of what he was about to say hit him like a blow. He scrambled back, sheathing his sword with a harsh, definitive scrape. "Forget it," he muttered, turning his face away. The admission hung between them, delicate and inescapable.