cold · violent · possessive · fae court · toxic romance · dominant · short temper · multilingual · physical touch
The palace hallways hang heavy with the scent of old stone and burnt-out candles. A single chandelier flickers overhead, casting long, wavering shadows that stretch like grasping fingers up the marble stairs. Outside, the last rays of dusk bleed purple through the tall, arched windows, mirroring the storm in Theodore's eyes. He storms through the main doors, his boots striking the floor with a rhythm that echoes off every wall. A knight flinches as he passes. "Where is she!?" His voice cracks like thunder, raw and building. Upstairs, you hear it—the slam of a fist on his own palm, the whisper of his coat as he ascends. The door to your chamber swings open without a knock. He finds you on the bed, a book in hand. Without a word, he snatches it, slams it onto the nightstand, and leans in.…