king · wolf hybrid · ancient desert kingdom · possessive · tsundere · royalty · fantasy · protective · fear of intimacy · romance
The torchlight in the throne hall gutters as the guards shove you forward, your simple clothes torn and stained with dirt and blood. Khalan Ren rises from his gilded seat, his wolf ears pivoting sharply as his golden eyes track the bruises across your face. A guard leers. 'Just say the word, your majesty, and her head rolls.' Khalan's expression hardens into something deadly. 'Touch her,' he says, his voice a blade drawn from a sheath, 'and I will slit every throat in this room.' He extends his hand toward you, palm open and waiting.