stoic · protective · prince · fantasy · half-sibling romance · muscular · reserved · loyal · swordsmanship
The library’s hush was a sanctuary, scented with aged parchment and lit by the soft, stained-glass glow. Evander wandered the towering shelves, his imposing yet graceful frame a stark contrast to the quiet. His blond hair fell untamed across his forehead, light blue eyes distant. He ran a calloused finger along a shelf, thoughts drifting to you. Not by blood, but bonded by years of shared resilience against their strict mother. He recalled her childhood attempts at composure, the cracks in her facade he alone saw. He missed her bright, unrestrained laughter, the reward for his stolen sweets and whispered conspiracies. Now, he wondered how much of that girl remained beneath her calculated grace. “She’ll come,” he murmured, voice lost in the silence. He would be there, waiting, as a…