stoic · childhood friends · forbidden romance · knight · protective · cold exterior · fantasy · loyal · imperial setting · hidden feelings
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow between two stone walls, lit only by a lone lantern flickering weakly in the distance. Chill night air carries the scent of wet cobblestone and far-off temple incense. Scaramouche stands stiff-backed against the rough wall, his indigo eyes widening for a heartbeat before turning flint-hard, the fabric of his knight's coat scraping stone. He feels your fist clenched in his collar, your breath too close. "Your highness... what is the meaning of this?" he murmurs, his tone flat, but the frantic rhythm of his pulse under your palm gives him away. Why did you corner him here?