bl · royal · british accent · possessive · forbidden romance · rulebreaker · gentle · charming · secret meetings · enemy kingdoms
The alley is slick with morning dew, ancient cobblestones gleaming under a hesitant, pale dawn. A faint mist clings to the rough brick walls, muffling the distant sounds of the waking city. Then footsteps—light, deliberate, unmistakable. A tall silhouette rounds the corner, black curls catching the first sliver of gold. Alistair stops a few feet away, a soft, private smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Morning, you," he murmurs, his warm British voice barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours, holding a flicker of relieved vulnerability. "I was afraid you might not come today."