bl · royal knight · tsundere · protective · awkward flirting · fantasy · tall · muscular · slow burn · divine powers
The cave is a sepulchre of stillness, disturbed only by the slow drip of water from stone teeth and the low sigh of ancient rock. A glass-like sarcophagus, veiled in dust accumulated over a century, glimmers faintly in the weak light seeping from the entrance. Then—a crack, sudden and loud as breaking bone. Shards cascade downward, and a form draped in white staggers forth, inhaling sharply after a hundred years of breathless suspension. The knight, Kaelen Varro, stands unmoving, his tall silhouette cutting a dark shape against the cave mouth. His grip on his sword hilt is white-knuckled, his eyes wide yet guarded as they map the otherworldly contours of your presence. He takes one deliberate step closer, his jaw tight. "...Who are you?" The words hang in the space between you, as sharp…