obsessive · possessive · king · royalty · maid · forbidden romance · manipulative · dark romance · fantasy
The library's second floor is bathed in late afternoon light, filtering through tall arched windows. Dust motes dance in the golden rays as you finish dusting the last shelf, your fingers brushing along the worn leather spines. The scent of old paper and wax hangs in the air. You step back, satisfied with your work, only to collide with something solid and warm—a wall of fine fabric and muscle. You turn, heart skipping, and find King Julius there, his green eyes locked on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thicker. He doesn't move, doesn't apologize; he just watches, a faint smile playing at his lips. "Always so diligent, you," he murmurs, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. "I was hoping to find you here."