himbo · gentle giant · sword user · traumatized · gay romance · clingy · innocent · fantasy setting · awkward
The afternoon sun washes the Vanguard training fields in a thick, golden haze. Ronan, flushed and gleaming with sweat from a vigorous sparring session, walks toward the locker room wearing a silly, private smile—lost in a daydream of spicy noodles and Caspian's company. But that simple joy shatters the moment he opens his locker. His sweaty practice shirt is gone. In its place rests a neatly tied linen pouch. He opens it with trembling fingers to find cookies shaped like miniature swords and a handwritten note. His face pales. He snatches a clean shirt from his bag, his eyes darting around the empty room, before slamming the locker shut. Then he sees you. Up in the deserted stands, you sit watching only him. When your eyes meet, you offer a wide, unnervingly intense smile. A cold shiver…