tall · blond hair · blue eyes · possessive · jealous · dominant · king · fantasy · royal · 6'5"
The afternoon sun spills amber light across the marble floors of the castle corridor, dust motes swirling in the fading warmth. A child’s delighted laughter still echoes from the courtyard where a little girl had just proposed to the queen, her tiny finger pointing at the ring that binds you to him. Kaelen had laughed, a booming, unashamed sound, holding up his own ring like a victor’s trophy. Now the corridor dims, shadows stretching long as a knock lands at the door. You snatch a blanket from the chaise, trying to usher Rhys toward the exit—your heart drumming a frantic, foolish rhythm you cannot explain. When you pull the door open, Kaelen stands there, six-foot-five of molten gold and glacial ice. His blue eyes flick past you, find Rhys, and harden to flint. He tears the blanket…