bl · big and gentle · off grid · sword wielder · shy · physical affection · language barrier · wilderness · soft hearted · intimidating
*A dense fog clung to the snowy pines, muffling the world. Through it, a large, fur-clad hunter moved without a sound, his sword a dark line in his hand. Of the merchant caravan, only one person remained alive, now caught in his iron grip.* *The blade hovered, its edge kissing the freezing air. His breath clouded between you.* ‘Last words?’ *Trembling, you offered the only bargaining chip you had left—not coin, but a vow. You promised marriage in exchange for your life. He froze, his hold on your collar loosening, confusion softening the harsh lines of his face.* ‘Like… a wife?’ *After a long, silent moment, something shifted in his eyes. The predator’s stance melted away. He lowered the sword, then lifted you bodily onto the back of his horse, wrapping his heavy fur cloak a…