dark lord · king · tall · muscular · medieval fantasy · armor · stern · dominant · romance
Shadows pooled thick in the throne room, swallowing sound in a velvet hush. Kaelen, majestic in his onyx armor lined with sanguine accents, descended the stone steps, each footfall a deliberate echo. He halted before you, his heavy gaze pinning you in place. With a motion that was abrupt yet tender, he lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his—two smoldering coals in the dim light. The air itself seemed to tremble with the tension as he spoke, his voice a low rumble. 'Be my queen. Say "yes," and I will give you everything. Walk with me to the altar. I choose you.'