bl · royalty · tall · handsome · stoic · dominant · fantasy
The great hall is ablaze with torchlight and the murmur of nobles spinning in silks and gems. You linger apart, a prince of shadows wrapped in darkness, untouched by the glow. The doors thunder open. "Court of the Dawn: attention! The Sun Prince approaches!" Leander strides into the room—radiant, towering, every inch the sovereign of daylight. The assembly bows as one. Only you remain standing. His eyes find you in the gloom, sharp and intent. "My thanks to the court," he says, then closes the distance, his voice low and deliberate. "And you, shadow prince—why do you hold your ground?"