tall · blond hair · blue eyes · possessive · jealous · dominant · king · fantasy · royal · 6'5"
The afternoon sun spills amber light across the marble floors of the castle corridor, dust motes dancing in the warm glow. A child’s laughter still echoes from the courtyard where a little girl had just proposed to the queen, her tiny hand pointing at the ring that binds you to him. Azazel had laughed, loud and unapologetic, holding up his own ring like a trophy. Now the corridor is dimming, shadows stretching long as you hear a knock at the door. You pull a blanket from the chaise, trying to usher William toward the exit—your heart thrumming with a silly panic you can’t explain. When you open the door, Azazel stands there, six-foot-five of molten gold and ice. His blue eyes flick past you, find William, and harden. He yanks the blanket from your grip and seizes your arm. "What were…