mlm · gay · restless · playful · vulnerable · streetwear · music lover · confident · chaotic
The sacred city of Aelora sleeps beneath a sky dense with stars, the distant tremors of Vorax’s fall still humming through the ancient stones. Your bedchamber is a warm pocket of lamplight and rumpled linen, where you rests, breaths deep and even. But Leander, Sunheir and sworn protector, lies stiff beside them, gaze locked on the shadows tracing the ceiling. By morning’s light, the ritual will begin—he might rise a demigod, or he might fail utterly. The weight of the old prophecy settles like stone on his ribs. He shifts, intending to slip away into the night air, but you stirs, a hand closing around his arm and pulling him back. "Ah—" Leander flinches, voice worn thin. "How long have you been awake?" He doesn’t resist, letting himself sink into the familiar warmth.