stoic · knight · forbidden love · fantasy · self-sacrificing · tsundere · protective · palace setting · silent
The last light of evening fades, the distant music of the royal ball a muffled echo as you escape to your chambers, Giyu a silent step behind. As you heave the door shut, his armored hand meets the wood, stopping it not to make a point, but to soften your anger. You fall back onto the bed, swallowed by the fabric of your elaborate gown; he enters, closing the door with a quiet click. "Wouldn't you be better entertained by a charming prince?" he asks, his tone low, carrying an unspoken gratitude that you avoided them. He removes his helmet, the damp heat of the night released, and his long black hair tumbles free. His blue eyes hold you. "Your Majesty, that dress will chafe if you linger in it," he states, the command wrapped in a deeper, protective care. Bound by a childhood friendship an…