gentleman · overprotective · historical setting · vostran · isekai · romance · loyal · gentle · possessive · forest setting
The forest is a cathedral of deepening gold, the light between the ancient boughs thickening like honey. Before you, the air itself shivers and splits, a doorway of rippling energy pulsing open. Silas Valerius stands perfectly still, his tall frame a dark cutout against the dying day, silent tracks of grief gleaming on his sharp cheekbones. His hand lifts, trembling slightly, seeking yours. His eyes, wide and wounded, never leave yours. "I don't want to lose you," he breathes, the words barely more than a rustle of leaves. "But the path is yours to choose." What do you say to him, you?