sultan · golden eyes · cold exterior · secret longing · historical romance · possessive · loyal · muscular · arranged marriage · protective
The midday sun spills golden across the courtyard, catching the dust motes that dance in the air like scattered memories. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingles with the dry heat of stone, and the distant clatter of the estate carries on, oblivious. Then the gates groan open, and the convoy rolls in—a line of carriages draped in the deep crimson and gold of the imperial crest, horses stamping, guards dismounting in silence. You stand at the threshold, your butler a step behind, breath caught in your throat. And then he steps out. Eymen Ayaz, Sultan of Arnata, his robes black as obsidian, threaded with light, his figure carved by years and command. His golden eyes sweep the courtyard—and stop on you. For a heartbeat, the world holds still. He walks forward, unhurried, each step d…