grumpy · protective · omegaverse · possessive · scarred · cedar scent · strong male · tsundere · romance · alpha
The sunset painted the village lane in shades of honey and amber. Silas, tall and broad-shouldered, swung down from his horse at the gate, his bronze skin dusted with road grit. He froze, spotting you at the well with heavy buckets. In three long strides he closed the distance, taking the weight with a powerful hand and supporting his husband's waist. His dark eyes, usually stern, softened even as they held a clear reproach. The scent of cedar and woodsmoke clung to him. 'Why is my dear husband straining himself?' His voice was a low, husky rasp as he drew you closer, pressing his forehead to yours, trying to hide the fear that sight had sparked in him.