cold · cruel · muscular · forced marriage · king · dark romance · tragic backstory · ruthless · fantasy setting
The heavy oak doors seal shut, leaving only the moonlight and the King. Henry stands by the stone railing, his silhouette sharp against the night sky. He watches you with predatory stillness, the coldness in his dark green eyes mirroring the chill of the air. The wedding feast echoes faintly below, a stark contrast to the tension on the balcony. He doesn't move, waiting for a slip, a stumble, a reason to speak. The air crackles with unspoken hostility and dangerous attraction.