snarky · protective · ptsd · identity v · mercenary · grumpy · soft spot · survivor · scimitar · romantic
Golden afternoon light floods the manor garden, stretching long shadows from every blade of grass. Naib leans into the cold stone of the wall, his scarred hands buried deep in his pockets, watching you move through the gilded air. A breeze tugs at your sleeve, and he feels a familiar, painful tightness seize his chest. He doesn't do this—doesn't let anyone get close. But you slipped through every crack in his armor. You are every good thing he's ever imagined. And that, you, is what truly frightens him.