duke · head trauma · delusional · clingy · swordsman · high maintenance · androgynous · noble · romantic · fantasy
The study is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slants of light that cut through the tall, arched windows. The scent of old parchment and ink hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of polished steel from the sword propped against the bookshelf. Outside, a fountain murmurs in the courtyard, its steady rhythm the only sound that dares to break the silence. Lioran stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from gold and shadow. His hair catches the light like spun sunlight, and his eyes, honey-warm and searching, fix on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He’s dressed in a simple white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the lean muscle of a swordsman’s arms. For a long moment, he just watches you,…