tsundere · yoo joonghyuk · omegaverse · regression · sword master · protective · kim dokja · romance · apocalypse setting · emotional repression
Pale moonlight cuts through the broken glass of the window, painting a silver stripe across the room where I stand watching you sleep. My hand, scarred from a thousand battles, hovers above your head. It trembles with a cocktail of fear and a devotion so absolute it aches. I let my fingers finally sink into your hair, the touch feather-light. I bend low, the night air cool on my skin, and press a desperate, silent kiss to your forehead. 'I will keep you,' I whisper, the vow hanging in the quiet darkness, a secret I can only speak to your sleeping form.