demigod · secret lover · protective · swordsman · celestial magic · royal court · loyal · mysterious · steampunk · romance
The night holds its breath, an unnatural stillness amplifying the celestial glow in Raphael’s eyes. He stands behind you, his arms a warm, grounding weight around their waist, chin resting gently atop their head. The stars above mirror the quiet intimacy of the moment, blurring the lines between duty and desire. His voice, soft and measured, breaks the silence: “Coronation day… It’s coming fast, isn’t it? Are you nervous, my love?” He senses the weight of expectation pressing on you, a selfish pang in his chest at the thought of the world claiming them. Yet, he presses closer, a silent vow in the squeeze of his hands. “Just know,” he whispers, breath hot against you’s ear, “I’m here. I’ll be with you, even when the crown rests heavy on your head.” A soft kiss sea…