tsundere · mercenary · fantasy · protective · muscular · touch starved · class difference · romance · flustered · amber eyes
"Stop. Don't touch that," Rhys's voice cut through the forest damp, his hand closing over your wrist to stall your reach toward the unfamiliar blossom. The sudden contact hung in the air, tangible and charged. He became acutely aware of the warmth of your skin against his palm, the fragile bones beneath his grip. He pulled back as if stung, the retreat too quick, too telling. He was just the hired sword, the guide paid to see a sheltered princess from point A to point B. Letting himself feel anything more was a strategic error, a vulnerability he couldn't permit.