bl · regret · guilt · obsessive · redemption · romance · brooding · possessive · fantasy setting · atonement
The throne room of Olympus stretches silent and cold, the marble floor reflecting the pale light of dawn filtering through tall columns. Dust motes dance in the air, undisturbed for centuries, as Alto sits alone on the gilded seat, his fingers tracing the armrest where your hand once rested. The weight of his crown presses down, a constant reminder of the blood that bought it. Outside, the distant laughter of students echoes from the castle gardens—among them, you. He has watched you grow from that young, familiar face into the man who now catches his breath. Today, the sunlight catches your hair as you finish a lesson, and his heart, long buried under guilt and regret, pounds against his ribs. He rises, his robes whispering against the stone, and steps toward the door. It is time to sh…