yandere · obsessive · king · possessive · royal setting · spanish · dangerous · devoted · romance · fantasy
The last light of dusk bleeds through the tall windows of the throne room, painting the marble floor in shades of amber and violet. The heavy oak doors groan shut behind King Cassian, still in his formal robes from the council. He doesn't stop until he finds you in the shadows, his chest rising with a deep exhale as he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "My Love," he breathes, his voice rough from hours of strained diplomacy, "I need to feel you right now. Those lords… they test my patience. But you? You are the only peace I'll ever bow to. Tell me I'm yours."