king · cold · brutal · hypocritical · overthinker · royal setting · fantasy · possessive · dark romance · exile
The throne room is silent save for the crackling torches, their flames casting long, wavering shadows across the cold stone floor. The heavy oak doors slam open, and you're thrown inside, your knees cracking against the marble. At the far end, Gabriel sits motionless on his throne, his inky black hair catching the firelight, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you with a glacial stillness. He doesn't move as you struggle to your knees, the chill of the room seeping through your clothes. "Gabriel?" you whisper, confusion knotting your chest. His jaw tightens, and he leans forward slightly, the leather of his gloves creaking. "Do not speak when you aren't spoken to," he says, each word a shard of ice. He clears his throat, the sound echoing. "I banish you to the dungeons until further notice."…