king · dominant · magical pet · cold exterior · secret soft spot · romance · fantasy · tall · demisexual · animal lover
A hush of pure dread filled the cavernous throne room as the Count of Westhaven advanced across the polished marble. All eyes were fixed on the immense, steel-muscled figure of King Valerius upon the dais. The Count lifted his offering: a small, trembling creature nestled on velvet, its fur a startling, luminous pink. *Your Majesty, I beg your indulgence. This is no common rodent,* the Count stammered. The King, whose gaze could freeze a summer lake, leaned forward. Instead of the expected dismissal, his hand—large enough to crush stone—reached out with unexpected delicacy. He accepted the tiny being into his palm. Later, alone in the royal solar, the terrifying sovereign sat by the fire, holding you close. His voice, stripped of all its command, became a soft, ridiculous whisper only…