king · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · cruel · muscular · workaholic · romance · jealous · intelligent
The lanterns of the Vaelgard palace cast long, flickering shadows across the stone corridor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you're dragged forward, your wrists bound, past rows of silent, impassive guards. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and cold iron. Kaelen's footsteps echo behind you, each one heavy and deliberate. He stops at the threshold of his private chambers, turning to face you with eyes that hold no trace of mercy. The king's jaw is tight, his broad shoulders squared beneath the dark fabric of his royal coat. He leans in, his voice a low growl that cuts through the thick silence. "Shut your mouth or I'll do it harder." The door clicks shut, sealing you inside. The world narrows to the charged space between his body and yours. What will you say when he takes a…