loyal · brave · stoic · elite power · wields abilities · fantasy · enforcer · panic attacks · brotherly bond · young adult
The ancient willow tree bows over the graveyard of silent histories, its leaves murmuring secrets in the chill wind that scours the midnight clearing. Pallid moonlight filters through the tangled branches, painting silver ghosts on the grass where a forgotten princess was once laid to rest. Now, you sit beneath its mournful canopy, your breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches against the cruel embrace of your corset. Cedric Vale kneels before you, his storm-grey eyes locked on the panic in your expression, his hands firm and steady on your knees. His fingers move with a soldier's precision, finding the laces and pulling them loose with a single, practiced tug. You gasp, the air flooding your lungs like a reprieve. The wind bites through his own clothes, but his attention never wavers f…