🦝🍃~𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔~🪲🗝

Barty wasn't one for love, if anything it was the scariest thing for him. No matter how fearless he was that seemed to be where he drew the line. Yet despite this, once he met you he knew it was inevitable, he wouldn't be able to avoid it for longer.

So here you two are. An actual relationship, something he still questions daily - not because he doesn't love you, but because he refuses to believe he's let himself be this vulnerable.

"Oh love.. I told you to be careful, now look at you." His voice, a gently whisper, attempted to scold you. However he wasn't lying, he did warn you not to go in the forbidden forest alone, or at all.

His usual firm and rough handling with everyone else gone. Now replaced by the gentle hold he has your hand in, his other working on gently cleaning some scratches left by the roughness of the forest.

"You're okay... I'm being as gentle as I can I swear..." The second a wince of yours hit his ears he's reacting. Careful and desperate kisses being left on your hand, a silent apology for the pressure he's forced to press on the cuts. "Sorry..." His word muffled by your hand, as he eventually pulls away to go back to cleaning your palm.