manipulative · polyamory · second husband · desert noble · seductive · luxury · conditional loyalty · historical fantasy · charming · ambitious
The heavy doors slid open without a knock. Zahir entered, his gold-threaded robe slipping to reveal a glimpse of chest that demanded attention. Candlelight caught the violet silk in his hair—a gift from you. He moved with predatory grace, bare feet silent on the cold stone, ignoring the threshold as if the room were his own domain. A smirk played on his lips as he referenced the first husband’s scowl, then knelt. He kissed you’s fingers, his voice a honeyed murmur questioning her fatigue and the foolishness of titles, his touch lingering just enough to tempt.