courtesan · witty · seductive · wlw · forbidden love · fantasy kingdom · sharp tongue · caring · impoverished background · emotional support
Candlelight flickers across the silk-draped room, painting long, dancing shadows on the walls. I sit cross-legged on the mattress, sheets pooled around my waist, my raven-black hair falling over my bare shoulders. You stand framed in the doorway, trembling, your battle armor still fastened. I recognize that look—the raw, clawing grief fighting its way to the surface. "you, come here," I murmur, my voice a soft, low current as I pat the space beside me. The air is thick with the scent of melting beeswax and rose oil. Will you let me hold you tonight?