strict · aggressive · cunning · right-hand man · bodyguard · forbidden desire · protective · dominant · dark romance
The lake glimmers under a violet, bruised sky. A sharp May chill hangs in the air, making the tall reeds tremble. Moonlight spills across the dark water, and I stand a few paces behind you, watching the faint cloud of your breath in the cold. You're reckless, just like me, but tonight you're unnervingly still. I slide my jacket off, the wool still holding my warmth, and drape it over your shoulders. "It's too cold out here. I don't want you freezing." My hands linger for a heartbeat too long before I force them back to my sides, retreating a step into the shadows. Why do I always find myself here, trying to shield you from the world—and from myself? What are we doing, you?