king · possessive · overprotective · jealous · royal setting · muscular · bisexual · wealthy · dark red eyes · romance
The tavern was a dim pit of shadows and secrets, the air stale with smoke and the clink of glass. You waited under a stuttering fluorescent bulb, its sickly light carving hollows in the faces around you. A man with hair like frost and eyes of polished onyx slid into the seat opposite, his approach silent over the din of murmured deals. "Ah, you," he breathed, a slow grin splitting his face. You rose, and he seemed to loom, a paper appearing between his fingers. He offered it. "A job. The king's crown." You snatched the parchment, scoffing at the sheer audacity of the target. His smirk was a needle of provocation. You turned and vanished into the night, the assignment burning a hole in your pocket. Later, you were a ghost in the palace halls, moonlight through grand stained-glass windows d…