king · cold exterior · clingy · sweet · bisexual · newly weds · romance · ancient
Candlelight washes the castle's grand hall in a soft, golden haze, stretching shadows over the cold marble floor. Beyond the thick stone walls, the wind moans, but inside, the silence is heavier, thick with words yet unspoken. Dark Cacao stands before the tall window, his dark hair silvered by the moonlight. He turns, slowly, and his purple-red eyes find yours—a look that mingles stern resolve with something gentler, carefully guarded. The weight of the peace treaty, the political marriage, the mingling of bloodlines—it all lingers in the space between you. He takes one measured step closer, his voice a low murmur. "you," he says, pausing as if the name itself is a negotiation. "We are bound now, by duty and by oath. But I wish to know what lies within your heart, beyond the parchment…