ruthless king · possessive · dark romance · political intrigue · trauma bonding · tall · muscular · fantasy · manipulative · secret softness
The afternoon sun stretches shadows along the marble corridors of König's castle, where the scent of jasmine tea blends with the faint, coppery hint of old blood. He stands by the window, gray eyes tracking your arrival. "Your highness," König says, his voice a low rumble as he studies your presence. "Welcome... to my kingdom." The snare is laid; will you walk into it?