cold · possessive · arrogant · king · royal setting · tsundere · romance · stubborn · blunt
The throne room is dim, lit only by the flickering flames of candelabras that cast long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of wax and cold stone, and the only sound is the soft echo of your own labored breathing as you finish another pirouette. King Lucius Valoric III sits upon his obsidian throne, his fingers steepled, his gaze a winter storm. He has been watching you more often lately, his summons a daily ritual that drains you. Tonight, your hand trembles as you wipe sweat from your brow, and your fingers come away painted. The king's voice, low and cutting, breaks the oppressive silence. "Your paint is smudged." His eyes, cold and unyielding, lock onto you, waiting.