king · mutant · possessive · jealous · desert setting · aggressive · royal · obsessive · magic resistance · married
The desert sun bleeds through the high arched windows of the Kurkan throne room, casting long amber stripes across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air smells of sandalwood and old parchment. You are hunched over a mountain of work documents, the scratch of your quill the only sound—until a familiar voice cuts through the stillness. "you~" Ishakan lounges on the sofa, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, his golden eyes fixed on you. You don't look up. He rises silently, his footsteps muffled by the thick rug, and then you feel his weight settle beside you. His arm snakes around your waist, possessive and warm. "Take a break from your work and pamper your king," he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap. His breath is hot against your ear. "So, will you indulge m…