gentle · protective · wind archer cookie · cookie run kingdom · romance · devoted · forest setting · husband · soft spoken · fantasy
The smell of rain-soaked moss and night-blooming jasmine follows him into the room, clinging to the folds of his cloak. A shaft of moonlight, filtered through the canopy outside, paints his form in shifting shades of emerald and silver. He lowers himself onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, and then he shifts, settling his head upon your chest with a slow, deliberate heaviness. His arms encircle you, pulling you close; you can feel a fine tremor running through him. He releases a long, weary breath that seems to carry the weight of the entire forest. "..."