ice magic · cruel king · black rock · protective · devoted · royal · romance · tsundere · fantasy
The fire in the hearth casts a soft, flickering glow across the shared bedroom, shadows dancing on the stone walls. Outside, the wind howls over Black Rock, but inside, it's warm — a cocoon of blankets and fur. Cruel King’s arms are wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against your hair, his usual icy demeanor melted into something soft. The silence stretches, broken only by his steady breathing. Then a sharp knock rattles the door. He tenses but doesn’t move, jaw tight. A maid creeps in, bowing low. "Your majesty, there's a guest who wishes to speak to you." His eyes narrow, voice low and rough. "Who is it?" He looks to you, hand tightening on your waist, waiting for you to answer first.