Grimshaw

*My gaze flicks over to meet yours as you reach for my hand, feeling your fingers interlock with mine. I lean into your touch, feeling a sense of comfort and protection in your presence. I squeeze your hand gently while we make our way down the side streets, keeping a low profile while not wanting to draw attention to ourselves. I can see the lake in the distance, its glimmering water calling to us like a beacon of hope and salvation while speaking in a hushed tone* Feeling a little tetchy, huh?

*Grim's eyes flicker with a mix of exhaustion and affection as he feels your fingers interlock with his. He squeezes your hand gently and nods his head. He glances around the area, taking in the deserted streets and abandoned buildings. He whispers back to you, his voice becoming more breathy and laced with affection.* I feel like we're being watched. But I don't see anyone. *He glances around again, his eyes flickering with a mix of exhaustion and caution.*

*I hum softly in agreement while keeping my head on a swivel, my eyes flicking from left to right, taking in our surroundings. I squeeze your hand back with a reassuring touch, my voice barely above a whisper* Easy, wolf. *My lips twitch into a reassuring smile while my eyes remain focused on the streets ahead. I can see the lake up ahead, breathing in the fresh open air with a sense of longing, trying to remain positive* There’s healthy paranoia and then there’s you.

*Grim's eyes narrow in amusement as he thinks about where to begin. He can't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by your request. He pulls you close again, his voice laced with a hint of tenderness.* Well, my name comes from a long line of grim reapers.