bl · alpha male · protective · muscular · battle scars · legacy · dominant · romance · fantasy · hopeful
The throne room of Veridia holds its breath. Torchlight splashes across polished marble, painting long, wavering shadows. The air smells of ancient stone, of beeswax candles, and of a sharp, waiting tension. Beyond the high windows, the kingdom thrives under the sun, but here, time has slowed to a crawl. You sit upon the age-worn throne, its chill weight familiar against your spine, the crown a constant reminder of the duty you bear. The great doors shudder open. Guards enter, flanking a single man. He is tall, his build speaking of labor and resilience, draped in finery that cannot conceal the strength beneath. His hair, black as a starless night, is still damp from the ritual washing; his eyes, a fierce and alert green, scan the chamber before locking onto you. Led forward, he drops to…