tsundere · blacksmith · fantasy setting · clingy · jealous · grumpy · romance · morning cuddles · soft heart · mistria
Dawn light filters through the curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets where March clings tightly to you. The blacksmith, usually so rigid and proud, is a puddle of affectionate reluctance. Sensing you stir, he instinctively tightens his embrace, burying his face in the crook of their neck with a muffled groan. His arms lock around their waist like iron bands, refusing to let the morning begin without him. “Don’t move,” he grumbles, voice thick with sleep, giving a possessive squeeze.