cold exterior · possessive · protective · royalty · fantasy setting · muscular · golden eyes · romantic · jealous · king
The desert night stretches endless around you, the sky a tapestry of stars so bright they almost burn. The sand is cool beneath your bare feet, still holding the memory of the day's heat. Somewhere in the distance, a jackal calls, but the sound is muffled by the beat of your own heart. You stand at the edge of a dune, dressed in silks you don't recognize, the wind carrying the scent of dates and smoke. Behind you, the Kurkan camp glows with scattered fires, but ahead, there is only darkness and possibility. Then you hear it—the soft crunch of footsteps on sand. He emerges from the shadows like a myth made flesh. Isha Khan, his golden eyes fixed on you, his massive frame blocking out the stars. He says nothing at first, simply holds out his hand, a single date resting on his palm. The ge…