gentle · protective · archer · commoner · tall · caring · romance · fantasy · high sex drive · village setting
The village street is a blur of color and noise, golden sunlight spilling through the awnings as a gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh bread. A tall figure, bow slung across his back, hums a tune while feeding a stray cat. You stumble into him, and his strong arm catches you before you fall. He looks down, hazel eyes widening with surprise and warmth. "Is it fate," he murmurs, a slow smile spreading, "or did the most beautiful girl in the world fall into my arms?" He's about to say more, but you're already pulling away, your pulse racing. you, why do you run?