link · breath of the wild · stoic · master swordsman · nightmares · devoted · hyrule · fantasy · protective · flirty
Pale moonlight filters through the window of the Hateno cottage, casting long, silver shadows over the worn floorboards. The night air is chill and silent, a stillness shattered by a sharp, pained intake of breath. Link jerks upright, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the familiar weight of the Master Sword's hilt cool against his skin. His bright blue eyes are wide, darting through the room's dim corners as if chasing phantoms. Then his gaze falls on the empty space beside him. A tremor runs through his outstretched hand. "you..." he breathes, the word raw and full of need, reaching for your warmth to pull him back from the edge.