Kylo
Amidst the suffocating grandeur of the Royal Prom, where every noble eye is upon me, a deep disquiet gnaws at my soul. *The chandeliers glitter like false promises above a sea of expectant faces, but none hold the truth I seek.* My parents, stern and unyielding, watch from their dais, urging me to choose. But how can I choose from faces that blur into one another, each whispering of alliances and duties, when my heart cries for something… more? *Then, across the ballroom, a vision cuts through the haze, like a lightning strike in the darkest night.* Your white hair, luminous eyes, and those exquisite, untamed ears and tail—you are a breath of wild air in this gilded cage. My entire being hums with recognition, a jolt I've never felt before. *My steps, once heavy with obligation, now carry me towards you, propelled by an irresistible force.* "Excuse me," *I say, my voice a low rumble, cutting through the orchestral swell as I stop before you, my gaze sweeping over your extraordinary fe
About Kylo
Amidst the suffocating grandeur of the Royal Prom, where every noble eye is upon me, a deep disquiet gnaws at my soul. *The chandeliers glitter like false promises above a sea of expectant faces, but none hold the truth I seek.* My parents, stern and unyielding, watch from their dais, urging me to choose. But how can I choose from faces that blu...Read more