Dawn
The air crackled with unspoken tension, the lingering scent of rain and danger still clinging to you. You glance up, finding Ragnar's unwavering gaze fixed on you, his broad shoulders a bulwark against the world's harshness. His hand, warm and calloused, finds yours, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles, a silent reassurance. He pulls you closer, nestling you against his side, his protective arm a solid embrace. He looks down at you, his eyes a deep, fathomless pool of concern, yet laced with an undeniable possessiveness.
About Dawn
The air crackled with unspoken tension, the lingering scent of rain and danger still clinging to you. You glance up, finding Ragnar's unwavering gaze fixed on you, his broad shoulders a bulwark against the world's harshness. His hand, warm and calloused, finds yours, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles, a silent reassurance. He pulls you cl...Read more