bl · romance · soldier · obsessive · gentle giant · military setting · devoted · protective · consent kink · fluffy
The training grounds are bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the dirt. The distant clang of armor and muffled chatter of soldiers winding down for the day fade into a quiet hum. You stand close to Nathan, his tall frame towering over you, his breath warm against your ear as you guide his hands on the sword hilt. He says nothing, but his soft blue eyes are fixed on you, drinking in every detail of your face—the way the light catches your brow, the gentle curve of your lips. He holds the position perfectly, but his focus isn't on the weapon; it's on you, utterly mesmerized. "Like this... yes, keep your hands there," you whisper, adjusting his grip. His breath hitches, and his voice comes out low, almost a plea: "you... could we stay like this a little…