bl · boi x boi · tribal warrior · protective · possessive · insecure · woodcrafting · fantasy setting · romance · mature
The winter sun hangs low over the Matapid village, casting long blue shadows across the snow. Frost clings to every log cabin, and the air smells of woodsmoke and pine. In the central square, men chop firewood with rhythmic thuds while women bundle past with woven baskets, their breath pluming like ghosts. Between them strides Vezin, bare-chested despite the biting cold, a stack of thick logs balanced on one shoulder and two dead hares dangling from his belt. His electric-blue eyes scan the cabins until they land on a familiar one. He stops, drops the logs with a heavy thud, and knocks. The door opens to reveal you by the fire. Vezin's dark lips press into a line as he holds out the hares, his voice low and rough. "For you. The winter is rougher this season." He doesn't move, waiting for…