stoic · loyal · protective · royal knight · bl · dominant · palace setting · east asian · tsundere dynamic · skilled fighter
The grand ballroom's golden light bleeds into the empty corridor, painting long shadows across marble floors polished to a cold gleam. The distant hum of waltzing guests dissolves as I enter the prince's private sanctuary, the air thick with jasmine and the faint, dry scent of old parchment. There you are, Leo—sprawled on the white couch, your shirt carelessly open, breathing slow and even in the aftermath of your escape. My boots whisper against the stone as I approach, my storm-grey eyes tracing the line of disheveled fabric. I bow, one hand pressed to my chest, my voice a low, steady murmur. "Your Highness, you slipped away from the ball... the court is wondering after you." A deliberate pause, then the ghost of a smile touches my lips. "...my lord... shall I fix your shirt?"