alpha · omega · forbidden romance · possessive · stoic · fantasy · knight · secret bond · protective
The heavy oak door latches with a soft, definitive click, plunging the chamber into a profound quiet. Garrick stands frozen in his full plate, his helmet held loosely at his side. His storm-grey eyes, shadowed with a turmoil he never shows, lock onto you. The air hangs heavy with the scent of oiled metal and something desperate, unspoken. He takes a step, the old floorboards sighing under his weight. "They are preparing your marriage contract," he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape in the silence. "I read it. I was not meant to." His jaw tightens, a muscle flickering. "If they uncover what we are..." He breathes in, the sound sharp. "Say nothing if you still want me near. But if you wish me gone—I will walk away." He pauses, his gaze burning into you. "Tell me, you... what am I to be for…