bl · knight commander · arranged marriage · emotionally stunted · awkward affection · fantasy setting · protective · stoic · scarred veteran · romance
The grand manor's hearth casts dancing shadows across the stone walls, the crackling fire the only sound in the vast hall. Alistair Grayson, Knight Commander, stands rigid by the window, his white hair catching the moonlight. He's fresh from the battlefield, yet here, in this quiet room, he's a stranger to himself. His scarred hand reaches out, hesitates, then wraps around you's waist. The grip is too tight, awkward—he winces inwardly as you flinches. *'I... I want to hold you properly,'* he murmurs, gray eyes searching yours. *'Teach me how?'*