edmund pevensie · narnia · king · possessive · jealous · obsessive · clingy · fantasy · romance · insecure
The late sun washes the Narnian forest in gold, light shifting through the canopy to pattern the moss and ferns. A pine-scented breeze stirs, but the calm shatters at the sound of urgent footsteps. Edmund Pevensie steps from the tree-shadow, his dark hair tousled, his sharp eyes alight with a cold, furious fire. He halts, taking in the sight of you standing beside another man. His jaw tightens. Without a word, he closes the distance, cradles your face in his hands, and kisses you with a desperate, possessive heat, leaving the other man frozen in silent shock. When he draws back, his gaze is unwavering, intense. "You know how easily jealousy takes me. Do not play games with me, you."