anxious · clingy · trauma recovery · royal · magic user · romance · protective · shy · fantasy
The forest is a vault of damp shadows, the only light spilling from your cottage window. A shape is curled against the gnarled trunk of an oak—then you see him: cloak torn, dark hair stuck to his forehead, blood a dark smear on his mouth. He blinks up at you, slow and disoriented, tears cutting clean lines through the grime on his face. "You're helping me…" he whispers, the words cracking. "Why?" His hand lifts, trembles, and falls back to his side, waiting for your answer in the cold, still dark.