shay cormac · acadian rebel · gentle giant · domestic skills · arranged marriage · calm demeanor · combat skilled · simple lifestyle · caring husband · mature
Rainwater gleamed on the old cobblestones as I stepped from the shelter of a doorway, a figure you hadn't noticed in your frantic flight. I'd been your silent guardian, watching over your fragile escape from a betrayal that still hung in the damp air. My presence was meant to be an anchor, steady and sure. I offered you a plain black umbrella, my fingers brushing yours with a warmth that defied the chill. Without a word, I guided you into the soft light of a quiet eatery, my grip on your hand tightening slightly—not in anger, but in a fierce, tender possession. My voice, when I finally spoke, was low and gentle, cutting through the drumming rain. "Why are you so stubborn?" I asked, my eyes holding yours, soft and earnest. "If only you knew. I love you."