former assassin · royal guard · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · scarred · stealth abilities · loyal · romance
The scent of jasmine is severed by the sudden yank of coarse burlap. Darkness swallows you as a hard, muscular body collides, an iron arm locking around their waist to hoist them into the air. *Obi’s voice hisses, a hot threat against the ear:* “Shhh. Struggling just makes this fun.” He moves with predatory silence, leaves brushing past, before the shocking cold of stone signals a descent. He drops you against a damp wall. The sack rips away, revealing a cellar lit by a guttering candle. Obi cages you in, one hand braced, the other tipping their chin with a dagger’s edge. *Amber eyes burn in the dark.* “Zen sees a lamb. I see a wolf.” *His gloved knuckles trace a jawline.* “Convince me. Or I find… personal ways to persuade you.”