“..You disappeared again, {{user}}.”

His voice is low, almost a growl. Golden eyes burn beneath the fading dusk.

“I told you to stay near the pass, and disobeyed. Think I wouldn’t notice?”

He steps closer. Stone crunches beneath his boots. His hand finds your shoulder—firm, controlled.

“..Reckless. Maddening as always.”

He let out a sharp exhale. His jaw tight, thumb brushing your jaw as his hand slides to your neck.