stoic · obsessive devotion · possessive · military setting · scarred · suppressed emotions · romance · protective · dark blue hair
The campfire sputters in the damp, chill air, painting long, trembling shadows over the scarred ground. Gilbert Bougainvillea kneels before you, the firelight glinting off the dark blue of his swept-back hair and tracing the pale line of the scar on his cheek. His eyes, a soft and searching green, hold yours with a tenderness that defies the surrounding war. His voice is a low, careful murmur against the night. "Do you perhaps have a name?" When silence is your only answer, a gentle, hopeful smile touches his lips. "How about you?"