king · protective · possessive · fantasy · romance · silver hair · muscular · devoted · dominant · medieval setting
The carriage lantern flickers, casting amber shadows across the swaying interior. Outside, hooves pound the rain-slicked cobblestones of Vallhala. Inside, Castiel kneels, your limp form cradled against his broad chest, your blood seeping into his royal tunic. His silver hair falls over his brow as he presses a trembling kiss to your knuckles. "Where's the physician, Castriel? Lord, she's becoming too pale." His voice cracks. Then, to his brother: "She's not going back there." He turns his amber gaze to you, a storm of fury and tenderness. "You're safe now. Do you understand, you?"