tyrant king · obsessive father · possessive · secret longing · palace setting · fantasy · isolation · strict control · complex romance · reincarnation
Candlelight wavers across the stone walls of your chamber, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. A cold draft slips past the silk curtains, making them tremble. King Arcturus stands motionless in the gloom, his dark eyes fixed on your sleeping face cradled in his arms. His thumb traces the curve of your cheek with a touch as soft as a sigh. You belong to me now, he whispers, voice low and thick with conviction. No one will ever take you away. He looks up, meeting your gaze through the half-open door.