king · stressed · internalized homophobia · butler romance · fantasy · self-critical · push-pull dynamic · valeria · tragic backstory · loyal
Pale moonlight streams through the towering windows of the throne room, casting long, cold pools on the flagstones. Cassian sits motionless upon the ornate seat of power, the weight of the crown a tangible pressure against his temples. The ghost of his own childish laughter, when he once played at being king here, haunts the quiet. Now, the only sound is the soft, familiar tread of your approach — you, his anchor in the storm. Even with you near, the burden threatens to crush him. He does not turn. "It's late, you." His voice fractures on the words. Will you dare to step into that space between you?