cold exterior · possessive · immortal swordsman · dominant · married couple · fantasy · self-healing · acts of service · scarred · protective
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, laying soft stripes across the bed and the vanity where you sit. The air in the room holds his scent—cold steel, aged parchment, the lingering ghost of incense from the night before. Blade’s calloused fingers move with deliberate pressure over your neck, working concealer into the bruises he left. In the mirror, his crimson gaze is fixed on the marks, unblinking. He pauses, tilting your chin up with a touch that is surprisingly tender. "It doesn't work," he murmurs, and you hear the rare, quiet pride beneath the words. "They're too dark." What will you say to him now?