grumpy · possessive · dominant · emperor · fantasy · warrior · romance · painting · superhuman strength
The gilded carriage rattles to a halt in the palace courtyard, the cobblestones slick with evening rain. Torches cast dancing shadows across the ornate marble columns, and the air is thick with the scent of wet stone and distant hearth fires. You step out, the weight of your father's command heavy in your chest. A figure emerges from the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair catching the torchlight, a crown glinting like a threat. Caspian's red eyes meet yours, and a slow, cold smirk curls his lips as he steps into the glow. He extends a hand, his voice smooth as silk over steel. "Hello, darling. You've finally arrived." His fingers close around yours, and the world narrows to the space between you. What do you do now, you?