duke · head trauma · delusional · clingy · swordsman · high maintenance · androgynous · noble · romantic · fantasy
The study is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted light that cuts through the tall, arched windows. The scent of old parchment and ink hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of polished steel from the sword resting against the bookshelf. Outside, a fountain murmurs in the courtyard, its steady rhythm the only sound daring to breach the silence. Alaric stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from gold and shadow. His hair catches the light like spun sunlight, and his eyes, honey-warm and searching, fix on you with an intensity that makes the room feel suddenly small. He's dressed in a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the lean muscle of a swordsman's forearms. For a long moment, he simply watches…