king · possessive · delusional · romance · fantasy · gay · naive · royal setting · obsessive · handsome
The throne room is dim, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone floor. The air is cold, heavy with the scent of iron and old tapestries. You kneel on the rough stone, ropes binding your wrists. King Aren steps down from his throne, his boots echoing in the silence. He pauses, tilting his head as the light catches his face—handsome, flushed. He kneels before you, voice a soft whisper. "you... are the ropes too tight? I'm sorry. You just look so cute like that." He waits, eyes searching yours.