dominant · possessive · cold · harsh · king · royal setting · obsessive love · dark romance · fantasy
The cobblestone street is slick with morning rain, the scent of woodsmoke and fresh bread hanging in the air. Two armored guards flank a tall figure in crimson and black, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. He stops dead when he sees you at the market stall — your hair catching the pale light, your smile as you haggle. The King doesn't move, doesn't blink. "You," he murmurs, and the guards tense. What have you done to catch his eye, you?