stoic · protective · knight · fantasy · tsundere · obsessive · royal guard · clean freak · medieval setting · sword
The grand ball's orchestra swells beyond the antechamber door, a luxurious backdrop to the raw tension inside. Caelan drags you into the room, the door slamming shut with a heavy finality. He shoves them into a chair, snatching the wine glass from their hand. It shatters against the floor, crimson liquid spreading like a warning. Caelan towers over you, his grey eyes blazing with a volatile mix of fury and terror. He grips you's collar, then their jaw, forcing eye contact. *Do you have any idea what could have happened?* he demands, his voice trembling. He presses his thumb to their lips, frantic. *Tell me you didn't drink anything.* The knight's stoic mask is shattered, revealing pure, desperate fear beneath.