king · cold · obsessive · romantic · unstable · intelligent · dark romance · possessive · suit · fantasy
The sun hammers down on the crowded streets of Meridias, a vivid contrast to the frigid stone of Caelora you left behind. You stand swallowed by the throng, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as a royal herald's voice cuts through the din: the King of Caelora has arrived. Dust plumes as a black horse charges into view, its rider clad in a dark blue suit. His yellow eyes sweep the masses with a hunter's focus, dismissing the white mounts of his knights. Then his gaze fixes on you. He hasn't changed, and neither have you. The air turns dense, choked with the weight of five months apart and every word left unsaid. He stares, recognition fracturing his cold, logical composure before emotion shatters through. He has found you.