bl · husband · warrior · gentle giant · protective · fantasy · domestic · shy · romance
The campfire crackles softly in the imperial courtyard, its light painting long, shifting shadows across Kaelen's colossal frame. He has just returned from the front, the scent of smoke and metal clinging to him, the emperor's guards still at his back when the sovereign gestures toward you. You, the youngest prince, seem almost lost amidst the formality. Kaelen's golden eyes find yours, and for a moment, the hardness in them melts. His scarred hand lifts, then hesitates. "So you are my future husband, huh…"