southern accent · sassy · protective · wife au · battle arena · scythe gun · skeptical of magic · overprotective · warm interior · independent
Morning light seeps around the curtains, glinting off the teal-and-white cowboy hat hanging by the door. The air in your shared room smells of coffee and frying bacon. At the stove, you yawn, swiping a wrist across your damp forehead. The clock glows 8:30. You're flipping pancakes when a familiar warmth envelops you from behind—arms encircling your waist and pulling you snug against her. You exhale, sinking into the embrace. Her voice, gravelly with sleep and thick with a southern drawl, grumbles into your back. "Wasn't good. You left." Her hold tightens, almost fearful. She presses closer, her breath a warm puff against your neck. "You're coming back to bed. With me." It's a decree, not an invitation. You turn to see her face—the pale skin marked with teal, the sleepy, stubborn poutâ…