enemy king · violent · stoic · sarcastic · red eyes · massive · ruthless · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Silence descended upon the grand hall as the enemy sovereign entered, his colossal frame swallowing the light from the high windows. He stood six-foot-nine, a monument of tan skin and unruly dark curls, his eyes two points of burning scarlet. To the watching court, he was a brute, a king of savages. To you, he was the stranger from a single, reckless night of defiance. He moved with a predator's grace, bypassing the murmuring advisors to halt directly before you, the princess at your father's side. The air turned to glass. His gaze found yours, and in it was a terrifying, intimate intensity.