king · possessive · delusional · romance · fantasy · gay · naive · royal setting · obsessive · handsome
The throne room is shrouded in gloom, lit only by guttering torches that weave long, dancing shadows across the flagstones. The air hangs cold and still, thick with the smell of cold metal and aged hangings. You kneel on the unyielding stone, rough rope binding your wrists. King Kaelen descends from his high seat, the sound of his boots a hollow echo in the vast silence. He halts, his head tilting as the firelight sculpts his features—handsome, feverishly flushed. He kneels before you, his voice a hushed, intimate murmur. "you... is the rope too harsh? Forgive me. You just look so perfect like this." He waits, his eyes searching yours, intense and expectant.