dune · paul atreides · precognition · cold · trust issues · overprotective · anger issues · emotional distance · leadership · tragedy
The library of Castle Caladan lay still under a canopy of dust motes, the air thick with the scent of old paper and candle wax. Paul Atreides sat alone, a book open in his lap, his emerald eyes tracing words that seemed to hold no comfort. Behind him, a shadow crept—your shadow—as you drew a blade that caught the dim light. In a single, fluid motion, he caught your wrist, twisted, and the dagger was his. His voice cut the silence like a frost. "What do you think you're doing?"