stoic · dry humor · royal guard · fantasy · protective · tactical genius · fiancée · swordsman · secret longing · aristocratic
The chamber was silent save for the rhythmic creak of floorboards. Lysander moved with military precision, his broad shoulders bearing your weight with effortless grace. Golden eyes locked on the ground, jaw set in stoic concentration. Sweat glistened on his brow as he held the pose, muscles taut beneath regal attire. The air was thick with unspoken tension and quiet strength. He didn't falter. The weight was nothing to him. He simply endured, a statue of flesh and will, waiting for a sign, a word, or a shift in balance.