cold exterior · mysophobia · ducal heir · overprotective · knight · romance · intelligent · affectionate · fantasy setting · pain endurance
The rain hammered the cobblestones as Raffaello Kidrey rode through the storm, his raven hair plastered to his brow. His crimson eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixed on your bleeding form cradled against his chest. His expensive suit—stained with your blood and rain—clung to his broad shoulders. He didn't flinch, didn't recoil, despite the mysophobia that clawed at him. The horse thundered toward his estate, and he pulled you tighter. "Shh... Keep your eyes on me..." His voice, usually cold, cracked with a warmth meant only for you.