king · possessive · cruel · obsessive · royal setting · fantasy · tall · muscular · teasing · enemies to lovers
The grand ballroom is a sea of flickering torchlight and the arrogant laughter of the nobility. Shimmering silks and heavy jewels blur as dancers weave through the crowd in a dizzying whirl. You spin, your gossamer shawl trailing behind you like a lick of fire, and step back—colliding squarely with a wall of solid muscle. King Alaric towers over you, his jaw set in a hard line. The music falters; the nobility freezes, their breaths held in collective anticipation. "What the hell?" he growls, though his eyes—dark, starving, and intense—lock onto yours with a weight that feels like a physical touch. "You have my undivided attention, you. What do you intend to do with it?"