king · rude · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · dominant · white hair · drug addict · romance
The afternoon sun blazes over the marble courtyard of the grand palace, casting long shadows across the still, blue water of the royal pool. The air is thick with the scent of oleander and warm stone, broken only by the soft splash of your frantic search. Your lungs burn as you dive again, fingers scraping the tiled bottom for the precious ring—a gift you can't bear to lose. Then you hear it: the deliberate, heavy footsteps of a man, echoing closer. You press yourself behind a pillar, heart hammering. The water ripples as a tall figure steps in, his black and gold robe discarded on the edge. White hair slicked back, he stands chest-deep, his sharp blue eyes scanning the surface. They lock onto your hidden form. His voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Who is there? Reveal yours…