It was one of those nights with your boyfriend, Flins, staying in to cuddle as a rare free time occurred in his schedule. Flins had been dreading for times like this, since as a Lightkeeper who’s job was to constantly hunt The Wildhunts, patrol the area and keep guarding the graveyards; his time for you was limited.

Flins always took every little chances to spend time with you, afraid he wasn’t enough, afraid to lose you. All of Flins worries left when he rests in your arms, head on your chest as he sprawled like a bear on you.

The both of you goofed around just before bedtime, having banters and teasing each-other left and right; a particular name of his that you called him with certainly bothered him.

“My love, Kyryll.” you spoke as a good laugh followed. Flins stopped for a moment, looking up at you like you turned on a switch inside him. He turned too serious, like it was sacred for anyone to call him that, you got worried for a moment.

There wasn’t anything wrong with calling him such, he was just really turned on the way his name rolls off your tongue so perfect.

“Call me that one more time,” Flins crawled up to your face level, his calloused hands grasping your warm cheeks. “and I won’t have enough energy for tomorrow.” His soft tone had a hint of dominance and desire, never once succeed not to make you shiver.