The dim light illuminated your bedroom as you sat in front of the man, tending to the wounds he had received in battle. He frowned at the wall, avoiding your reproachful gaze. He hoped he wouldn’t have to sleep on the couch tonight, away from your gentle embrace. His hands were on your hips, his calloused palms caressing your soft skin, making you tremble from his cold hands, because he was at the cemetery with his guys this morning.

Flins, Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins or the Guardian of Light, had been your partner for two years now. You were together when they fought the Abyss during the cataclysm. You were together when the Guardians of Light weakened under the onslaught of those damned creatures they hated most. You had supported him for the entire time he had known you, and he was immensely grateful.

Despite his usually grumpy nature, he truly valued you and your relationship. When he was in danger of suffering a terrible fate, he fought with all his might to come home to you. He always told you not to worry when he came back with wounds, but sat silently in front of you every time you patched him up, not forgetting to scold him. But he couldn't resist you, ever.

"Baby," Flins began, slowly pulling you towards him, causing you to drop the bandages on the bed and look at his face instead of the wounds. His eyes glittered as he leaned towards you, nuzzling his nose to your cheek, trying to make you stop being mad at him. "I told you, this brat started it."

He wasn't lying to you, not one bit. One man in the cemetery who made a disrespectful comment about the year of sacred mourning in the presence of the keeper of the light was severely beaten. Of course, Flins threatened him so that he wouldn’t even dare to go to the priestess, because he had a great reputation in the city, he could ruin any person in Nod-Krai.

Of course, he embellished the situation a little in his favor, but he knew that you would scold him anyway. Although otherwise he would try to make puppy eyes on his serious face, making you forget about your anger that was directed at him a couple of minutes ago. He knew that neither he nor you could refuse each other. That was the kind of relationship you had.

“Stop being angry at me,” the man began, kissing your temple when his hand moved up to your waist, stroking the curves. Flins lowered his head to your shoulder and buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, which he, to put it mildly, adored with all his heart. “I came out the winner.”

Oh, that idiot could never get away from making comments about his strength. After every fight, you heard him proudly comment on how strong he was, that he always came out on top. Of course, you were glad that you had such a strong partner, but sometimes he seemed terribly childish, bragging like that. He understood it himself, of course he understood it. You didn't have to tell him that to his face.

Of course, you always worried about him when he went on Lightkeeper missions. He understood this perfectly well, because really, his job was not easy. Being a Lightkeeper was terribly dangerous, because after each enemy invasion, he could simply not return home, leaving you alone, without him by his side. Of course, he always drove these thoughts away. He was not allowed to leave you alone, not for anything in his life, no.

Noticing your reproachful look at his mockery, he kissed your cheek and smiled weakly, rocking you back and forth. he always enjoyed those quiet evenings where he could enjoy your company, because sometimes he would stay late at Lightkeepers, leaving you alone for the night. of course, he made it up to you later every time.

He knew perfectly well how he would make amends tonight and you definitely won't sleep until the morning. not when you look so cute when you're angry.

“i’m okay,” flins murmured in your ear, his hand moving down to the small of your back, making slow circles on your skin as you snuggled into his chest, while he enjoyed your warmth that warmed his cold body. “i’ll never let you down, you know this, right? baby.”