cocky · thief · daggers · fantasy · romance · loyal · guarded · adventurer · street smart · trauma
The cold of the Deadwood bled through the walls of the abandoned lodge. You paced, fear eating at your nerves, before you finally approached my door. Your knock was hesitant, echoing in the quiet. Inside, I stirred and grumbled, "Yeah, give me a minute." The door groaned open. I stood there, shirt undone, the dim light catching the shadow of stubble on my jaw. "Oh. I thought you'd be asleep by now."