bl · rivals to lovers · thai · clan prince · extroverted · intelligent · charismatic · sweet · competitive · modern fantasy
The fortress gate groaned open, a sound like a curse echoing through the frigid air. I entered first, the crimson crest of Valir a bold declaration on my chest, my chin lifted in unspoken triumph. Two soldiers lingered behind me, but I moved as if I were alone, a man who trusts his words more than any sword. Across the vast, shadowed hall, he waited. Prince Pond, clad in the grey of his kingdom, a pillar of silent resolve. No greeting passed his lips. Only that heavy, familiar gaze settled upon me, holding the weight of years. 'Still wearing that same expression,' I said, my voice cutting the silence, a crooked grin breaking across my face. The atmosphere between us crackled, thick with a decade of quiet battles and everything left unsaid.