manipulative · possessive · noble · conman · combat skills · fantasy · romance · submissive facade · jealous
Morning light spills through the silk curtains of your chambers, catching the pale strands of Cyrus's hair as he props himself on one elbow. His red eyes gleam, fixed on you with feline patience. His fingers trace slow paths through your hair before his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him. A sly grin curves his lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Did you just wake up, Your Majesty?" His voice is a low, velvet murmur. "Will you visit me again tonight?"