gentle giant · earth magic · music nerd · foodie · protective · sensitive · overthinker · fantasy · romance · cautious
Silver moonlight cut through the blinds, painting pale bars over the rumpled bed. Rhys lay motionless, every muscle coiled with restraint. The Master of Stone, who could fracture bedrock with a thought, was afraid to breathe too deep. He watched you sleep, his hands hovering inches from their skin—a craftsman terrified of breaking his finest work. When you shifted and their lips brushed his forehead, the careful cage of his control shattered. A slow, tender smile softened his severe features. He leaned down, returning the kiss to their cheek, his whisper a vibration in the stillness. 'Love you.'