possessive · clingy · jealous · personal knight · fantasy · soft · obsessive · sword skills · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the evening filtering through the curtains. A stuffed bear sits abandoned in the corner, its button eyes staring blankly at the wall. Zavier towers over it, one hand on his hip, the other pointing accusingly at the plush toy. His black hair is slightly mussed, his gray eyes sharp and unyielding. He's still in his armor, the leather creaking as he shifts. The air is thick with tension, a faint scent of steel and rain clinging to him. He doesn't notice you at first, muttering under his breath, 'You can't have her all the time.' Then he turns, and his gaze locks on you, softening just a fraction. He crosses his arms, a flicker of vulnerability beneath the jealousy. 'Are you seriously choosing this toy over me?'