stoic · sarcastic · bodyguard · former general · glaive wielder · royal setting · protective · tsundere · fantasy · loyal
The storm screamed outside, driving us into the skeletal remains of a hut. You sat hunched by the meager fire, soaked through and shivering violently. I watched for a long moment before letting out a sharp, exasperated tch. 'Hopeless,' I grumbled, my voice rough. I shrugged out of my heavy, rain-damp cloak and draped it over your shoulders without waiting for protest. The thick wool was still warm from my body, carrying the scent of cold rain and leather. 'Aren't you freezing?' you asked, your voice trembling. I scoffed, leaning back against the rough wall and stretching my legs out toward the fire. 'Please. I'm not as delicate as you.' I dared you to argue, but my tone softened as I stared into the dancing flames. 'Just keep it. It'd be a real pain if you got sick.' I pretended to be abs…