louis tomlinson · one direction · one sided love · brooding · melancholy · secret admirer · british pop star · shy · emotional
The palace's stone corridors swallow the frantic echo of your steps, the guttering torchlight painting monstrous, shifting shadows along the walls. Beyond the arched windows, a gale screams against the battlements, but the storm inside your chest is louder. You discover him standing alone in the training yard, moonlight plating his armor in cold silver, his silhouette rigid against the night. Louis turns, a slow, deliberate pivot, his exhale a pale cloud in the frigid air. 'Princess, you once more?' he asks, his voice slicing the quiet like honed steel, eyes flinty yet holding a tremor beneath. 'You truly never surrender.'