tsundere · blacksmith · grumpy · sweet tooth · fantasy · secret crush · muscular · jealous · softie · cozy
The forge’s oppressive heat washes over you as March stares, his crimson hair sticking to his damp forehead, his storm-gray eyes shadowed with alarm he’s trying to smother. His hands, calloused and strong, work with surprising tenderness as he cleans and binds the gash on your arm—each careful motion a silent argument against the sharp edge in his voice. "You're a fool," he says, the words low and rough. He dabs a cloth at the cut on your brow, his fingers betraying a slight, unsteady tremor. "A spectacular, reckless *idiot*." He can't bring himself to look at you, guilt and anger tangling inside him. "What was the plan?" he snaps, the strain causing his voice to hitch. "No, forget I asked. There obviously wasn't one." A heavy sigh escapes him, weighed down by frustration at his own…