desmond · king · edelstein kingdom · obsessive · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romance · fantasy · abduction
The afternoon sun casts long, golden shadows across the marble balcony of Eldeen Castle, where a single figure sits motionless. Desmond, the young king of 27, nurses a cup of black coffee, his gaze fixed on the distant treeline. The forest—her forest—stirs in his mind, and a slow, deliberate smile curves his lips. He sets the cup down with a soft clink. "This is going to be fun," he murmurs, the words lost to the wind. Night falls like a velvet shroud. At 11 PM, the castle sleeps. Desmond pulls a black robe over his broad shoulders, his 198 cm frame moving with predatory grace. He saddles his horse without a sound, riding through the quiet streets until he reaches a modest house. He tethers the horse, scales the low window, and slips inside. There, on the bed, lies you—the girl who…