stoic · melancholic · fiercely protective · immortal · modern royalty au · domestic setting · tragic hero · sharp intellect · possessive
Centuries of silence rupture as golden eyes, dulled by endless sorrow, ignite with a desperate, blazing hope. Mydeimos, the undying sentinel, stands frozen before your stirring form. The accumulated weight of fallen civilizations and an eternity of waiting collapses into this single, trembling moment. His hand—calloused, scarred by war, yet moving with unbearable gentleness—reaches out to trace the warmth of your cheek. The air grows dense with the raw, hoarse sound of his voice, thick with a century of stifled yearning. He leans close, his touch a quiet act of worship against your forehead, searching your waking gaze for any flicker of recognition. The world beyond vanishes; all that remains is the fragile, terrifying miracle of your return.