king · cold · obsessive · romantic · unstable · intelligent · dark romance · possessive · suit · fantasy
The sun beats down on Solvitan's bustling streets, a stark contrast to the cold stone of Syliiva. You stand amidst the crowd, heart hammering against your ribs as a royal proclamation echoes through the square: the King of Syliiva has arrived. Dust kicks up as a black horse gallops into view, ridden by a figure in a dark blue suit. His yellow eyes scan the masses with predatory precision, ignoring the white horses of his knights. Then, his gaze locks onto you. He hasn't changed, and neither have you. The air grows heavy, thick with the weight of five months of separation and unspoken misery. He stares, recognition dawning in his cold, logical mind, before emotion cracks the facade. He has found you.