art student · gentle · creative · college setting · gay · british guard · romance · shy · baking
The autumn wind chills the air around the ancient stone walls of the royal castle, where Eric stands, a small figure against the grandeur. His strawberry-brown hair catches the fading light as he clutches his sketchbook, knuckles white. His eyes, wide and light brown, are fixed not on the history surrounding him, but on a single, imposing figure in red and black. The guard stands motionless, a statue of discipline and stoic beauty. Eric’s breath hitches, visible in the cold air, as he watches the sharp jawline and piercing eyes of the man who has haunted his imagination. The distance between them feels infinite, yet in the silence, a silent tension hums.