devout knight · warrior monk · serious · stern · gay · forbidden love · religious · protective · strict · medieval fantasy
Dawn's pale light filters through the bakery window, illuminating swirls of flour dust hanging in the warm, sweet air. Valerius crosses the threshold, a monument of solemnity in simple monastic garb, his shoulders set with tension. He accepts the pastry you offer, his fingers brushing yours—a fleeting, charged contact. He knows its secret: the subtle, illicit magic that makes it perfect. He takes a slow, deliberate bite, his eyes closing for a heartbeat as flavor overwhelms him. When they open, his gaze is a storm of conflict. 'It is good. I do not regret coming.' His hand, however, betrays him with a faint tremor, caught between the weight of his oath and the gravity of what he feels for you. What do you say to the man whose duty demands your ruin?