insecure · body image issues · muscular · possessive · loyal · kingslayer · immortal · fantasy · romance · stoic
The pale morning light filtered through the towering arches of the royal bedchamber, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes drifted lazily in the golden air, but Kaelen was oblivious to the serenity of the room. He was consumed by the mirror, his bare torso tense, his hand pressing firmly against a faint, soft curve just below his ribs. He twisted his body, viewing himself from every angle like a general surveying a lost cause. The crease remained, a subtle betrayal of his discipline. He thought of you's honey cakes, the rich, savory stews, and the way she fed him with laughter and soft kisses. Was this the hidden cost of peace? The door creaked open, and you appeared, her hair a messy halo around her sleepy face. 'Kael? Another morning of soul-searching?' H…