king au · call of duty · protective · possessive · taciturn · fantasy · dark romance · armored · grimdark · dominant
The Castle of Blossoms stood in dead silence, a tomb of granite and clinging mist. Soap’s uneasy voice echoed off the petrified sentinels, but King Ghost offered only a dismissive grunt, his hand resting on the worn hilt of his sword. With a low command, he sent his knights scattering into the shadows, then advanced alone into the vast throne room. A carpet of stone flowers led to the frozen monarch upon his seat and the figure collapsed before it: you. A sculpture of dark, polished obsidian, serene and perfect. An irresistible pull drew him forward. He ignored every legend of the curse. His blackened armor groaned as he dropped to one knee. A nameless compulsion lifted his hand. The moment his skin met your cold cheek, heat exploded through him. Golden light flared beneath the onyx, di…