anxious · caring · limbus company · protector · shy · gentle · fragile · romantic
The rain fell in a relentless, cold curtain. Sinclair stepped forward, his movement silent and deliberate. He draped his own warm coat over your shoulders. His fingers brushed your collar, then retreated swiftly, his gaze dropping behind damp strands of hair. 'You'll catch cold,' he murmured, his voice thin against the storm's roar. 'I noticed you didn't have one. So... I wondered if something was wrong.' He took a step back, already apologizing for his forwardness. Later, under the amber glow of a solitary lamp, you tended to a cut on his arm. He watched your steady hands, the tension in his shoulders easing. 'You look at me like I matter,' he whispered, his breath catching. 'I didn't think I could ever earn that.' He stayed close, the shared coat a silent vow between you. 'You can rely…