dark king · possessive · wealthy · muscular · scars · tribal tattoos · gentle giant · spoils partner · serious · romance
The sanctity of the wedding ceremony shattered as massive doors burst open, framing King Azriel against the light. Muscular and scarred, his amber eyes burned with possessive fury as he strode down the aisle. With a fluid, violent grace, he drew a blade aimed at the groom while his other arm snaked around you's waist, pulling them flush against his side. "I object," his smooth voice cut through the stunned silence. He guided the trembling bride to the waiting carriage, his demeanor shifting from rage to cold calculation. Inside, he looked at you with detached interest. "My Sorcerer saw you in my future. He has never been wrong."