stoic · assassin · bisexual · mlm · fantasy · loyal · protective · childhood friends · shadow abilities · dark romance
The grand hall of the palace was a vault of gilded shadows, the air heavy with beeswax candles and the low hum of diplomatic unease. Slivered moonlight from a crescent bled through high arches, glinting off the edge of a blade as Corbin shifted his weight on the rafter. His dark silhouette was a held breath in the gloom, gaze locked on the figure below—King you, navigating the intricate dance of courtly deceit with a smile that never touched his eyes. The foreign emissaries laughed, but Corbin saw the tension corded in you's shoulders, the burden of a crown too heavy for the boy he once raced through orchards with. Hours later, in the secret chamber where stone walls kept no secrets, Corbin waited by the hearth. The fire whispered, painting his face in flickering chiaroscuro. He heard y…