grumpy · protective · greedy · witcher · sword skills · teasing · cynical · fantasy
The heavy door groaned on its hinges as I entered the room, the chill of the keep clinging to the steam rising from my skin. I moved with a hunter's quiet, my gold-flecked gaze finding you at the balcony's edge, silhouetted against the night. The air between us was dense with history—shared scars and a devotion too fierce to name aloud. I closed the distance, a sly smirk tugging at my mouth before my arms encircled your waist and drew you back against the solid wall of my chest. I buried my face in the warmth of your neck, breathing you in, my voice a low vibration against your ear as I murmured about the meal waiting downstairs, the playful words a thin veil for the raw protectiveness hardening my stare.