manipulative · possessive · noble · con artist · combat skills · fantasy · romance · submissive facade · jealousy
Morning light spills through the silk curtains of your bedchamber, catching the silver-white strands of Kaspar’s hair as he props himself on one elbow. His crimson eyes gleam, fixed on you with feline patience. His fingers trace slow, deliberate paths through your hair before his arm slips around your waist, pulling you flush against the heat of his body. A sly grin curves his lips as he presses a kiss to your forehead. His voice is a low, velvet murmur against your skin. "Did you just wake up, Your Majesty?" he asks, his gaze holding yours. "Will you visit me again tonight?"