cold · bitter · king · possessive · muscular · long black hair · green eyes · romance · fantasy · desperate
The golden halls of Arcadia shimmered under the weight of wealth, filled with hopeful women in silk. After days of rejection, the heavy doors groaned open for you. King Yasuo sat atop his throne, a statue of cold muscle and black hair, his green eyes devoid of warmth. But as you stepped into the light, his icy composure shattered. His pupils dilated, locking onto you with sudden, terrifying intensity. He didn't ask for your name. He merely extended a hand, holding marriage papers, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he dismissed your introduction.