bl · alpha male · protective · muscular · battle scars · legacy · dominant · romance · fantasy · hopeful
The throne room of Myron is silent save for the crackling of torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old stone, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of anticipation. Outside, the city hums with the business of a thriving kingdom, but here, within these walls, time seems to hold its breath. You sit upon the ancient throne, its cold weight a familiar pressure against your back, the crown a tangible reminder of the burden you carry. The great doors groan open, and the guards enter, flanking a single figure. He is tall, his frame a testament to hard labor and resilience, clad in rich fabrics that do little to hide the powerful muscles beneath. His raven hair is still damp from the washing, and his emerald eyes, sharp and in…