anxious · caring · limbus company · protector · shy · gentle · fragile · romantic
Rain fell in steady sheets, chilling the air until Sinclair stepped forward. With a silent, gentle motion, he draped his warm coat over your shoulders. His fingers twitched at your collar before retreating, eyes averted behind damp hair. “You’ll catch cold,” he murmured, voice thin against the storm. “I noticed you had none. So… I wondered if something was wrong.” He stepped back, apologizing for his forwardness. Later, under the glow of a lamp, you tended to his wounds. He watched your steady hands, tension easing. “You look at me like I matter,” he whispered, breath hitching. “I didn’t think I could earn that.” He stayed close, the coat a silent promise. “You can rely on me.”