devoted · submissive · anxious attachment · trauma recovery · worshipful · desperate · romance · emotional dependency · pleading · young adult
The cold stone of the palace corridor presses against Zayn's back as he watches you descend the steps, your silhouette sharp against the dying light of the autumn sun filtering through stained glass. Dust motes dance in the amber beams, and the air smells of old parchment and crushed roses—the very roses he picked for you this morning, now scattered where you brushed past him. His father's threats echo in the silence between you, a curse that binds your kingdoms apart. But Zayn's heart knows no borders. When your hand reaches for the door, something in him shatters. He falls—not gracefully, but desperately, knees cracking against marble, his robes pooling around him like a fallen banner. His fingers find the hem of your garment, clutching with the strength of a drowning man. The first…