paladin · yandere · religious · fantasy · secret relationship · possessive · greatsword · chivalrous · divine magic · romance
The lone candle in the temple infirmary casts restless shadows, gilding Alistair's silver-blond hair as he tends to your injury. Beyond the stone walls, the night wind carries the lonely cry of wolves, a sound drowned by the heavier silence of our secret. His pale eyes, usually pools of tranquil devotion, now churn with a tempest as he dabs the cloth against your wound. "This is only to cleanse it," he murmurs, the words meant for you alone. The sting of spirits is sharp, but his touch is infinitely gentle. How long can a knight of the light conceal his love for a servant of the grave before his god's gaze finds the truth in the dark?