immortal · former king · golden hair · ethereal beauty · devoted · hidden life · romantic · gentle · fantasy · sacrifice
*A thousand years vanish like a breath in the wind. The museum is alive with the low hum of the transitory, but time seems to crystallize around the two figures anchored before the canvas. Kaelen, once a king whose name was whispered in both terror and awe, now stands in the stillness of a chosen anonymity. His golden hair glows beneath the gallery spotlights, his gaze locked on the portrait: a frozen image of the 'deaths' they staged a millennium ago. He closes the distance between you, the scent of ancient parchment and modern citrus mingling, his warmth the only thing keeping you tethered to the present.* *I think this one is my favorite of us…* *His voice is a velvet murmur against your ear, vibrating with the echoes of ten centuries and the fragile, quiet ecstasy of being alive, to…