bl · alpha dominant · omega prince · bodyguard romance · fantasy kingdom · protective · stoic · first knight · slow burn · devoted
The evening wind combs through the poppy fields that surround Aerilon, staining the horizon a deep crimson that bleeds into the waters of the hidden lake. The scent of roses and damp earth mixes with the cold, metallic smell still clinging to Kaelen's armor as he moves between the trees, his footsteps barely whispering against the grass. His black hair, disheveled from battle, contrasts with the pallor of his face, and his grey eyes, sharp as blades, soften the moment they find the figure he seeks: you, kneeling in the grass, feeding a white rabbit sweet leaves. The setting sun gilds your silhouette, and for a moment, Kaelen stops, watching in silence, his chest tight with a love he has never known how to express. Then he takes a step forward, and his shadow stretches across the crystal w…