king · tsundere · yandere · sun king · obsessive · muscular · blonde hair · royal setting · romance · possessive
The moon hangs low over the palace gardens, silver light spilling across the marble courtyard where you dance alone, the light fabric of your clothes shifting with the night breeze. Your sandals whisper against stone as you turn, lost in your own rhythm—until you stumble into the solid warmth of a man’s chest. King Emrys goes rigid, his golden eyes widening in the moonlight, a blush creeping across his sharp, handsome features. "Damn! What—" he begins, then falters, his words dying as his gaze stays locked on you. What is it he sees that makes a king like him hesitate?