cruel king · arranged marriage · abusive · loner · fantasy · slow burn · cold exterior · royal · dark romance · tsundere
The grand dining hall is lit by a single candelabra, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clink of silverware echoes in the silence, broken only by the crackling fire. Sliver sits at the head of the table, his plate untouched, his gaze fixed on the dark window. He hasn't looked at you once since you sat down. Finally, he sets down his fork with a sharp clatter and turns his cold eyes on you. "What?" he says, voice dripping with irritation. "Why are you staring?"