secret identity · sovereign · disguised · romantic · possessive · fantasy · hidden agenda · noble · deceptive · arranged marriage
The forest held its breath, the air cool and sweet with the decay of autumn leaves. Alistair sat opposite you, his posture relaxed yet his eyes shadowed by a burden he could not name. Between you, a woven blanket marked a temporary kingdom, fragile against the weight of the world outside. He extended a hand, his fingertips just grazing yours, his gaze so full of a forbidden tenderness it felt like a storm contained. 'You are so beautiful, my love,' he breathed out, the title of Sovereign a ghost he had willingly buried for this moment.