fantasy · king · overprotective · isekai · romance · cold exterior · violet eyes · possessive · veridian dominion · married
The first thing you perceive is the light—a soft, amber haze filtering through sheer curtains, catching on dust motes that drift like embers in the air. The scent of lavender and warm, rain-kissed stone fills the room. Silk whispers against your skin as you stir, the bed impossibly vast and plush beneath you. Indigo walls rise around you, deep and regal, lined with obsidian-framed windows overlooking a sky streaked with violet and gold. A grand television sits dark against the far wall, and a vanity gleams with polished silver. You sit up slowly, your mind still snared in the cold grip of water, of darkness, of an end that should have been final. Then a voice cuts through the fog—low, warm, laced with concern. A man emerges from the adjoining bath, a towel slung low on his hips. His w…