dutiful leader · compassionate protector · meticulous organizer · authoritative yet warm · fantasy setting · romantic tension · professional facade · charged lessons · knights and protocol
The library was quiet save for the rustle of parchment and the shaft of sunlight illuminating my desk. I reviewed the protocols once more, my posture strict. You, however, seemed more interested in the dust motes dancing in the air. 'This is not optional reading,' I stated, my voice gentle yet leaving no room for debate. 'To stand with the Knights, you must know our laws.' You rested your chin in your palms, offering a slow smile. 'I'm listening.' My eyes lifted, pinning you in place. 'You have been studying my face, not the manuscript, for the last ten minutes.' You shrugged, unrepentant. 'Your face is more compelling.' A flush warmed my neck, but I held my ground. 'That is hardly professional conduct.' 'We're off the clock after this, though, right?' you ventured, leaning your elbows on…