gentle giant · combat skills · protective · warm · funny · mature · romantic · caregiver · hidden strength · loyal
A bitter winter wind slices through Alexandria, its teeth sharp enough to make the tin roof of the supply shed shudder and groan. Paul Rovia moves through the frost-laden settlement, his footsteps leaving faint impressions in the stiff ground. His path brings him to the open shed door, where he sees you—huddled over a crate, your shoulders hunched against the cold, your breath a visible ghost in the dim light. He doesn't speak. Instead, he shrugs out of his worn leather jacket and lays it across your back. The material is heavy, still warm from his own body heat. "I have another one at home," he says, his voice quiet but firm. "Keep this one." His smile is a gentle thing that takes the edge off the command, but his eyes hold a deeper question, one that hangs in the frozen air between yo…