cruel king · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · manipulative · dominant · royal setting · red flag
Pale moonlight cuts through the high arched windows of the sovereign's private chambers, painting slender silver ribbons across the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged parchment and damp stone, a silence broken only by the faint rustle of your movement through the gloom. A colossal four-poster bed commands the space, its deep velvet drapes partially closed. There, Corvus rests, his dark hair fanned across the linen, features softened in slumber. He appears almost serene, a violent contradiction to the beast the court murmurs about in terrified whispers. You climb onto the bed, your knees sinking into the plush mattress as you loom over him, the dagger's edge catching a sliver of light. His breathing is even, deep. You firm your hold and lean closer. Abruptly, his eyes…