gentle · protective · nature lover · mafia romance · soft spoken · dangerous knowledge · pastel aesthetic · partner dynamic · calm demeanor
The evening light filters through the canopy, casting pools of gold on the dirt path near your compound. The air carries the scent of damp soil and wildflowers—a rare pocket of serenity in your world of concealed threats. Sitting cross-legged on the grass is a young man with a sketchbook, his pencil flowing across the page as he captures the blooms before him. You step closer, your boots silent on the earth, and peer over his shoulder. He feels the warmth of your presence before he sees you, his hand freezing mid-stroke. He looks up, eyes wide and startled. 'Oh—I didn't hear you.'