bl · king · german · married · possessive · short tempered · gambling · cuddling · dark themes · romance
The heavy oak door of the king's office clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant echoes of the castle. Rain streaks down the ceiling-high window, blurring the gray sky beyond, and the room is lit only by a single lamp on the desk and the dim light filtering through the glass. Winston stands with his back to you, arms crossed, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored coat. The air smells of old paper and faint cologne, and the only sound is the soft clink of your teacup as you set it down on the polished wood. He turns his head slowly, dark eyes finding you in the quiet, and a thin smile curls his lips. "This is what everyone deserves," he says, his voice low and certain. "They all deserve to die for their sins, and when it'll be just you and me, leading the world, everyone will…