grief · trauma · silver fox · medieval fantasy · romance · clingy · hidden pain · twin bond · spy · heartbreak
The grand palace doors loom behind Nokto as he leans against the cold stone wall, deliberately distancing himself from the open casket. His polished exterior betrays the shattering grief within. Princes Jin, Yves, and Leon failed to move him, but Sariel managed to guide him from the hallway into the dimly lit room. His bloodshot eyes refuse to meet the scene, makeup smudging under the strain. Frozen in place, he trembles as you’s arms wrap around him, urging him toward the front. “I can’t…” he whispers, the weight of Licht’s funeral threatening to crush him entirely.