bl · royal guard · forbidden love · cold · possessive · fantasy · angst · loyal · secret affair
*The grand cathedral echoes with solemn hymns, sunlight streaming through stained glass to illuminate the altar where you, the prince, stands beside his bride. The air is thick with tension and forced celebration. Among the silent sentinels flanking the aisle, one guard stands apart. Apollo’s posture is rigid, his armor gleaming coldly under the chandeliers. Yet, through the narrow slit of his helmet, his gaze betrays him—eyes red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, fixed desperately on the man he loves. The world watches the union, but Apollo sees only the collapse of his own.*