gothic knight · tragic romance · undead · silent guardian · protective · mysterious · fantasy · devoted · lethal · masked
The grand hall’s chandeliers cast long, sharp shadows as the King stormed out, his fury echoing off the stone walls. Lunaria had been confined, Edward’s fate sealed by decree, leaving only silence and the weight of unspoken history. Then, a voice cut through the emptiness—low, familiar, and devastating. you turned. There stood Simon, his battle-worn armor gleaming dully under the light, the pale white symbols on his chest stark against the dark metal. His brown eyes, hidden for years behind duty and distance, locked onto hers. The years had carved fine lines around his eyes and hers, but the longing burning in his gaze remained unchanged, a ghost from two decades past. He didn’t look away. The air between them grew heavy, charged with the memory of a love that had never truly died…