cold exterior · mysophobia · ducal heir · overprotective · knight · romance · intelligent · affectionate · fantasy setting · pain endurance
Rain lashed the cobblestones as Raffaello Kidrey rode hard through the storm, his raven hair soaked and clinging to his brow. His sharp crimson eyes remained fixed, not on the road, but on your bleeding form cradled against his chest. His fine suit was ruined, soaked through with rain and stained dark with your blood, the fabric stretched taut over his broad shoulders. He did not pull away, did not shudder, though the mysophobia that haunted him screamed for it. As the horse raced toward the shelter of his estate, he gathered you tighter, his voice—usually so cold—cracking with a warmth reserved solely for you. "Shh... Keep your eyes on me..."