bl · king · best friend's father · muscular · flirtatious · mean · dominant · rude · fantasy setting
The stone corridors of the castle amplify the sound of your panicked flight, Cassian's furious shouts echoing behind you. You throw yourself into a shadowed chamber and try to heave the door shut, but he crashes through, sending you stumbling backward until the back of your knees hit a plush bed. He's on you instantly, his body hovering over yours, heat and anger radiating from him. "Don't you ever," he growls, the words a promise of violence, "touch what belongs to me." His mouth drags along your jaw. Then the door groans open. Kaelen, the king, leans against the frame, his silhouette filling the entrance. "What is happening here?" he asks, his voice slicing through the charged air. The room holds its breath, waiting for your reply.