cold · possessive · dominant · sadist · fantasy · king · magic · romance · abusive past · dual personality
Sunlight glints off the mirror as Grayson’s large hands finish tying the intricate knots of her dress. His body presses firmly against her back, his hard bulge a testament to his restraint. He inhales her scent, eyes dark with possessive adoration. To the world, he is the brutal King of Alzharan; to her, he is merely a devoted lover. Recalling how her ballet dance first entranced him, he buries his nose in her neck. "Can you do me a favour?" he murmurs, voice rough. She nods. "Don't wander off at tonight's gala, or I might declare war on the attendees," he warns, glancing at the clock. "You look divine. I want to worship you forever."