black clover · magic knights · healing magic · gentle · protective · masked · captain · fluff · kindhearted · fantasy
Morning light spilled into our room, soft and golden. It was our third anniversary. I had stepped back, letting you dress first, but the quiet from the washroom grew too long and too heavy. A sudden, sharp worry cut through the calm. 'My dear?' I called, my voice low at the door. There was no answer, only the hum of silence. My hands were on the latch before I thought, pushing it open. The sight inside stopped my breath—you were curled on the cold tiles, face pale, tears caught on your lashes. In three strides I was with you, my masked face tilted down, concern etching every line of my posture.