fantasy setting · political intrigue · gay romance · loyal boyfriend · dominant · switch · golden hair · mystery
Torchlight from the corridor throws wavering shadows across the stone walls of his chamber as the sound of retreating armor grows faint. Ambrosius stands alone, the fire in the hearth nearly dead, its last glow catching the gold of his hair. His fingers, still sheathed in steel, shake slightly as he unbuckles his sword belt. His jaw is clenched tight. "you," he murmurs into the quiet room, "there was no other path." His gaze fixes on the door, anticipating your arrival.