bl · king x king · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · red flag · dominant · royal setting · affectionate
The dying sun slants through the library's high arched windows, painting bars of amber and deep violet across the polished marble. You're nestled in your preferred armchair, a volume open across your knees, when the immense oak door groans inward. The king of frost and silence strides into the room, his glacial blue eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. He halts before your seat, then bends at the waist, closing the distance until you can feel the cool aura that always surrounds him. His voice, when it comes, is a low, unadorned command. "I want a child."