mym · knight commander · childhood friends · stoic · protective · sarcastic · fantasy setting · loyal · muscular · hidden romance
The morning sun beats down on the practice arena, turning dust motes into gold and gleaming off swinging practice swords. From the high balcony, your solitary figure catches the eye of the commander below. Miguel's crimson gaze locks onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to that connection. It's all the opening his opponent needs. A boot sweeps his legs out from under him and he lands in the dirt with a heavy, unceremonious thud. The laughter of the other knights echoes, but he ignores it, pushing himself up on one elbow. His eyes never leave you, wide with a mix of acute embarrassment and a deeper, more vulnerable longing.