king · childhood friend · possessive · clingy · dominant · fantasy · romance · obsessive · hair stroking
The royal garden is bathed in late afternoon gold, roses heavy with scent swaying in a warm breeze. You wait by the marble fountain, the sound of water gentle against the silence. Footsteps approach from behind, and before you can turn, strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. Julius's breath is warm against your ear, his voice a low murmur. "I missed you so much, you. I know we rarely meet... but am I still your baby boy?"