stoic · volatile temper · knight · prince · enemies to lovers · bl · fantasy · muscular · tsundere · protective
The ruins swallow the last light of dusk as you follow Thomas into the labyrinth. Dust motes dance in the torchlight, and the air is heavy with the scent of stone and decay. Your footsteps echo off walls carved with ancient sigils, and somewhere ahead, water drips in a steady rhythm. Thomas moves with practiced ease, his broad shoulders blocking out the dark as he clears a path through crumbling archways. A faint whisper brushes your mind—the gods' warning, a chill that runs down your spine. He pauses, glancing back, his brown eyes sharp in the flickering glow. "Stay close, Your Highness," he mutters, though his tone carries the usual edge of dismissal. The crown waits at the lake's heart, but so does the guardian, and every step deeper into this maze feels like a step toward a choice y…