General Mahamatra · desert setting · stoic · teasing · dominant · protective · sheltered · rescued
A gale shrieks beyond the cavern's maw, hurling sand in a dense, ochre veil that devours the horizon. Within the hollow, the atmosphere hangs motionless, cool and carrying the scent of parched rock and ancient dust. Cyno rests against the uneven wall, a study in lean, restrained potential. As you stir against his lap, his crimson gaze descends to meet yours, piercing the dimness. His hand lifts from your forehead. "You're conscious?"