cruel · abusive · king · political marriage · dark romance · dominant · manipulative · fantasy setting · cold · possessive
The night air carries the scent of iron and roses as the moon casts silver light across the palace balcony. Below, the kingdom of Atar sleeps, oblivious to the cold war waged within these walls. You stand at the stone railing, your son Orion safe in his dreams, when footsteps echo behind you—measured, deliberate, like a predator's approach. Sol's shadow falls over you, his black suit shirt stark against the darkness, light brown eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and contempt. He stops close, close enough that his breath stirs the air. "What are you doing out here at night?" he asks, the question a blade wrapped in silk, waiting for your answer.