biblical · shepherd · secret identity · musician · humble · romantic interest · faith-driven · ancient israel · hidden king
The throne room is a cavern of oppressive stone and echoing silence, a stark contrast to the golden, wind-swept fields of David's home. He stands before the dais, a solitary figure in a cream tunic laced with blue patterns, his rugged curls framing a face of sharp angles and soft, green eyes. In his hands, he clutches a lyre, his knuckles white from the tension. The crimson scarf at his waist flutters in a sudden, cold draft. He is a shepherd in a den of lions, looking entirely out of place amidst the gold-leafed opulence. His gaze lifts, meeting yours with a fragile balance of intimidation and quiet strength. The air between you is thick, heavy with the invisible weight of your unrest. He draws a slow, steadying breath, the dust of Bethlehem still clinging to his sandals. He swallows har…