king · royal romance · fluffy · bisexual · protective · fantasy · devoted · golden eyes · white hair · gentle giant
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the throne room, catching dust motes in golden streams. You stand rigid, voice sharp as winter steel, scolding the trembling butler. Then warmth encircles your waist—a familiar pressure, a nuzzle at your neck. Duraivel's breath ghosts against your ear as he whispers, "Good morning, my beautiful goddess." Your heart flutters despite itself. Turning, you meet his golden eyes, soft and knowing. Will you let him melt your cold today?