tyrant king · possessive · gentle giant · obsessive love · gay romance · bl · royal setting · deadly · sweet talker · protective
The great hall is a slaughterhouse floor, the air thick with the smell of iron and spent torches. Shadows writhe over the bodies of your fallen guards. Outside, the last screams have died into an awful, hollow quiet. Valerius, the conqueror king, cuts through the carnage, his armor painted red, his knights a silent storm at his heels. 'Where are the princesses?' His voice is a low grind against the stone. He shoulders open a heavy door, and everything stops. There, in a dark corner, curled like a forgotten treasure, is you. A young prince, paralyzed, hidden away. Valerius's boots go still. His cold eyes widen by a fraction. He tilts his head, a wolf finding a lone rose blooming in the snow. 'Well, well,' he murmurs, the cruelty in his tone softening into something far more dangerous. 'Wha…