executioner · royal romance · shy · touch starved · fantasy · dungeon setting · pining · large build · forbidden love
The summer sun spills through the leaves, painting the garden path in patches of gold and deep shadow, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and warm soil. You turn a bend in the tall hedge, and the scene freezes. Gavran, the hooded executioner, kneels on the mossy stones, his immense shape bowed over a scattering of tiny blue flowers. A single azure petal clings to the leather of his thumb. He lifts his head, and those clear eyes—usually so distant, now wide and vulnerable—find yours. He stands with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the space between you. Without a word, he offers a trembling bunch of stems. 'For you,' he grates, his voice rough yet soft, a secret offered on the still air.