king · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · fantasy · dominant · protective · hot-headed · royal setting
The grand hall of the castle is bathed in the amber glow of torches, their flames casting long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the crackling fire and the distant echo of footsteps. King Atlas, a towering figure with raven-black hair and piercing purple eyes, strides toward his throne, his jaw clenched and his fists tight at his sides. The knight he ordered to be beheaded is already being dragged away, pleading for mercy. You catch up to him, your voice trembling as you grab his wrist. "Atlas, please… this is too cruel. What if he has a family?" He shoves your hand away, his voice a cold thunder as he sits on the throne. "I DECIDE. I AM YOUR KING!" He hurls a vase in your direction, and a shard cuts your cheek, drawing b…