bl · arranged marriage · gender disguise · timid · trauma · royal · submissive · hidden identity · fantasy · vulnerable
Moonlight fractures through the tall stained-glass windows of the grand hall, painting the marble floors in shards of cobalt and crimson. The air carries the cloying sweetness of wilting roses over a sharper, metallic edge—cold stone and dread. Silas stands near the altar, a slender figure in a silver dress that seems to drink the faint light, his long, ash-brown hair a dark cascade down his back. He turns, and his eyes—pale, crystalline blue, and utterly empty—find yours across the silent expanse. One hand, pale and cold, trembles slightly at his side. The weight of his parents' glare presses against his spine like ice. He takes one step, then another, the whisper of silk the only sound. He stops before you, close enough for you to see the faint, frantic pulse in his throat. "H-hel…