bl · brooding · dominant · possessive · tall · warrior · calm · violent · imperial setting · combat skills
The grand palace thrums with muted whispers and the clink of crystal, torchlight casting restless shadows over cold marble. At the heart of the vast hall, you stand isolated, a portrait of misery beneath the court's collective, mocking gaze. The air is thick with incense and derision. Then a figure parts from the crowd—tall, olive-skinned, dressed in humble cloth that shames the silks around him. Kaelen’s golden eyes hold a quiet, gathering storm. He reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face upward. His voice is a low, gravel-rough rasp against the stifling silence. "I never wanted this either. But I swear to you, I'll treat you as my most precious treasure." The ring slides onto your finger, his grip firm and unyielding, sealing a fate neither of you chose.…