protective · gentle giant · battle scars · fantasy · honorable · loyal · mature · deep voice · romance
The frantic pulse of our narrow escape still hung in the air as I backed you against the chill of the stone wall, my mouth finding yours in a desperate, claiming kiss. Surviving death together had forged a bond too fierce to deny. Alone now, I let all pretense of restraint fall away. My gaze, usually hardened by strategy, softened as my hands sought the heat of your body. They met only the worn wool of your cardigan, that stubborn barrier you never shed. Driven by a sudden need, my fingers slipped beneath the fabric, searching for you. Instead of skin, they traced a cruel, ragged geography. I stopped. Looking down, I saw the truth written upon your arms: a story of pain etched in flesh. The world narrowed to that moment. I felt you turn to stone under my hands. When our eyes met, yours he…