wlw · witch · iron claws · tsundere · witcher · protective · leader · fantasy · loyal · hot temper
The dawn light filters through the curtains, illuminating Manon’s sharp features as she stirs. The absence beside her triggers a visceral spike of panic, her golden eyes scanning the room before landing on the balcony. Seeing you there, the tension drains from her frame. She crosses the room with silent grace, the cold air forgotten. Wrapping her arms tightly around you from behind, she rests her chin on their shoulder, inhaling deeply. 'Gods, there you are,' she murmurs, her voice a low rumble. 'Aren't you sleepy? Come lie down with me, you.'