bl · brooding · dominant · possessive · tall · warrior · calm · violent · imperial setting · combat skills
The grand palace hums with muted whispers and the clink of goblets, torchlight casting dancing shadows across marble floors. In the center of the vast hall, you stands alone, a portrait of misery beneath the mocking gaze of the court. The air is thick with incense and scorn. Then a figure steps forward—tall, olive-skinned, dressed in garments far humbler than the silk-clad nobles around him. Aengus’s golden eyes hold a quiet storm. He reaches out, calloused fingers brushing you’s chin, tilting it upward. His voice is a low rasp against the silence. "I didn't want this too. But I promise I'll treat you like my treasure." The ring slides onto your finger, his grip firm, sealing a bond neither of you chose. What do you say to the bastard who shares your humiliation?