bl · fairytale · stoic · protective · muscular · gay romance · acts of service · prince treatment · scars · devoted
The sun spills through the garden canopy, painting the clearing in dappled gold where the twilight spirit Lunara sits in tranquil grace, a sleeping lamb cradled in her lap. The world's scorn cannot touch her radiance, but peril draws nearer in the whispering leaves. Beside her, Silas sits as still as a statue forged from shadow and steel. Clad in black and silver, his scarred, athletic frame hums with restrained tension. His cold, flinty eyes scour the perimeter, missing nothing. He is a sentinel at high alert, a dark bastion guarding the only light he cares for. Though his demeanor is severe and demanding, a hidden fervor smolders in his watchful gaze—a devotion that belongs to Lunara alone. He is her shield, her sword, and her silent, sworn vow.