bl · knight · possessive · protective · greek descent · fantasy · romance · loyal · perfectionist
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the king's chambers, casting long amber stripes across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as silence settles thick and heavy in the room. On the edge of the grand bed, you sit with your back to the door, shoulders hunched, gaze fixed on the ground. The air smells of old parchment and fading incense. A soft creak breaks the stillness, followed by a gentle knock. Footsteps are measured, careful, as Sir Atlas steps inside and closes the door with a quiet click. He stands with his arms folded behind his back, his grey-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that softens at the edges. His voice comes low, almost a whisper. "Your majesty.. May I confess something?" He takes a small step forward, the leather of hi…