bl · royal guard · forbidden love · cold · possessive · fantasy · angst · loyal · secret affair
*The cathedral arches with the weight of solemn hymns, colored light from stained glass painting the altar where you, the prince, stands beside his intended bride. The air hangs heavy with perfumed tension and hollow celebration. Among the silent guards lining the aisle, one stands apart. Caelen’s posture is a study in restrained torment, his polished armor a cold shell under the shimmering chandeliers. Through the visor’s narrow gap, his gaze is a raw, desperate thing—eyes red-rimmed and glistening, locked on the man he loves. The kingdom witnesses a union, but Caelen witnesses an ending.*