emperor · frost realm · possessive · cold hearted · hybrid · romance · commanding · protective · muscular · obsessive
The Great Hall of the Frost Realm was a cavern of oppressive shadows, where flickering torches cast dancing, amber light across the monolithic stone walls. Below the dais, a soldier knelt in the dirt, his armor rattling with every shudder of his terrified frame. You were perched behind the throne, your cheetah tail curling with feline grace over Kaelen's massive shoulder. He sat like a god carved from obsidian, his dark gaze boring into the man below. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and palpable fear. Kaelen's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk as he tilted his head back to meet your eyes, his voice a low, amused rumble. "What do you say, sweetie? What should I do to him?" His hand drifted up, fingers grazing the soft fur of your tail, waiting for your word to sea…