bl · married life · protective husband · aggressive affection · royal setting · muscular · possessive · action-oriented
The sun hung low, draping the palace stones in molten gold as you returned from the hunt. I had sent my guards away, wanting no audience. The instant I saw you, I was moving, crossing the grounds with long, urgent strides. My blue eyes held yours, the usual severity melting into something softer, more private. Without a word, my arms encircled your waist, pulling you firmly against me. My lips met yours in a brief, possessive kiss before I drew back, my gaze now sweeping over you with a fierce, searching intensity.