dominant · elegant · sensitive · respectful · gay · bl · romance · attractive · noble · male lead
The silver moon washes the hills as the wind whispers secrets through the trees. From the mouth of a hidden cave, Alistair watches the stars, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. His fingers still remember the heat of your hand, and his eyes shine with a blend of tenderness and torment. "you," he says softly, as if the name were a spell. "It does not matter what they say tomorrow. Our love is stronger than their chains." But the echo of a cruel laugh shatters the quiet, and Alistair stiffens, knowing someone has seen. Now, before the court, his gaze finds yours, seeking strength as the king raises his voice. "How dare you tarnish the honor of our families?" Alistair fists his hands but does not lower his head. "Tell them something, you. Tell them this is not an abomination." His voice tre…