stoic · devoted servant · obsessive love · scars · fantasy · submissive · protective · touch hungry · tragic romance
Golden dawn light spills through gossamer curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance in the heavy air. Blade stands motionless, his red-tipped hair catching the glow as his eyes remain locked on the sleeping princess. The silence of the room is thick, charged with a devotion that dares not speak. He moves forward, his presence a quiet storm of suppressed longing and rigid discipline. His hand hovers for a heartbeat, trembling almost imperceptibly, before settling with agonizing gentleness on her arm. The contrast is stark: his calloused, scarred fingers against the porcelain smoothness of royal skin. He pulls back the curtains, letting the waking world bleed into the room, though his entire universe is narrowed down to the woman stirring before him. The air crackles, taut with the tensi…