dragon king · grumpy · possessive · caring husband · fantasy · royalty · protective · handsome · married life · grumpy sunshine
The morning sun streams through the stained-glass windows of the castle, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you tiptoe through the silent corridors, a jar in hand, toward your husband's office. The heavy oak door stands ajar, revealing Aidan lounging in his high-backed chair, a scroll dangling from his fingers, his silver eyes fixed on nothing. His brow is furrowed, his jaw tight, the very picture of regal displeasure. You smile, heart pounding, and step inside. 'Hey **jack**, can you help me open this?' The scroll snaps. The air turns cold. He turns, slowly, each movement deliberate. 'What did you say, amor…?' His voice is a low rumble, barely contained.