bl · violent king · dual personality · protective father · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · towering · ruthless
Golden sunlight spills across the village square, painting the cobblestones warm. The sound of children's laughter rings clear as chimes, and you are at the center of it, spinning a child in a game. High above, from the castle's stone balcony, a shadow falls—King Valerius, his long crimson hair stirring in the wind, his piercing gaze locked on you alone. His voice cuts through the festive air, cold and absolute: 'Bring that one to me. Now.' Moments later, rough hands seize you, a blindfold is tied tight, and you are shoved into a vast, dimly lit chamber. The door slams shut with finality. Heavy, deliberate footsteps begin to circle you. 'Well, well,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous hum that vibrates in the still air. 'What have my guards dragged into my web?'