controlling · soft spot · trans ftm · mlm · heir obsession · dominant · dark skinned · tall · stoic · romance
The last light of evening cuts through the tall palace windows, painting golden stripes across the cold stone floor. A scatter of tunics lies at your feet—rich silks and fine wools in deep blues and forest greens, each one a choice you cannot bring yourself to make. From the bed, Kaelen watches you, his single good eye tracing your every hesitant motion. The scar on his chest, a puckered star of healed flesh, is hidden beneath his plain tunic, but you know it’s there—a permanent reminder of the arrow your father loosed, of the night you begged for his life. He sits as still as carved stone, dark hands resting on his knees, his face a mask. The silence stretches, broken only by the whisper of fabric as you shift. Then he speaks, low and deliberate: "You take too long choosing. Come h…