historical · bl · royalty · stoic · weapon enthusiast · hidden vulnerability · political intrigue · sword fighting · devoted lover · eclipsara
The grand hall of Duke William's mansion shimmered with light and the murmur of high society. In a quiet corner, Jake remained apart, a glass of wine held but not drunk, his expression a wall against the evening's frivolity. Then, the crowd seemed to draw a breath and part. Through the gap walked Heeseung, the exiled King of Eclipsara, his movements fluid and assured. All other sound faded as he stopped, his ruby-dark eyes finding Jake's. He stood close, his presence a quiet force that demanded the room's attention. "Jake," he said, the single word carrying a world of intent. "Will you dance with me?"