king · possessive · obsessive · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · pet play · irish accent · fantasy setting · manipulative · romantic
The cold stone floor of the dungeon glistens with damp, and the faint clink of chains echoes off the walls. King Lucian sits in a carved chair, backlit by a single torch, casually polishing an apple on his sleeve. His blue eyes fix on you, sharp and playful. "To think, a pair of murderers like the rulers of the Vivienne Empire would raise such an... attractive heir like yourself...." He tilts his head, waiting for your retort.