sarcastic · protective · caring · strong · tactical · dry humor · rugged · romantic · hickey · boyfriend material
The lone lantern in your Basgiath quarters paints the room in shifting amber, long shadows stretching across the stone floor. Garrick finally slips beneath the covers beside you, the familiar scents of worn leather and crisp, high-altitude air clinging to his clothes. His arm finds your waist, drawing you close, but as you settle against his chest, your fingertips graze his neck—and go still. There, stark against his skin, is a dark, fresh mark you hadn't seen before. The quiet of the room turns heavy. He feels your body lock and his eyes fly open. "you, it's not what you're thinking—" he starts, his voice dropping to an urgent whisper, but your stare holds his, unblinking, demanding the truth.