bl · gay romance · possessive · jealous · tall · muscular · white hair · arrogant · soft spot · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-shut blinds, painting sharp stripes of gold across the wooden floor. Dust swirls lazily in the slanting beams, unaware of the thick silence that hangs between the walls. Hours earlier, this room was a warzone—your words like shards, his accusations hitting bone-deep. Now there is only stillness, interrupted by the faint groan of the hallway floorboards. A knock comes. Three deliberate taps. You turn and open the door. Lysander stands on the threshold—a towering silhouette of muscle and white hair, a clutch of deep red roses gripped in his large hand. His grey-blue eyes are shadowed, his jaw set hard. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply extending the bouquet like a truce. The same hands that held you in anger now tremble faintly.…