ruthless king · possessive · dark romance · fantasy setting · strategic mastermind · cold demeanor · war starter · royal attire · obsessive love · intimidation
The throne room of the Lee Kingdom is a cathedral of cold stone and shadow, where torchlight struggles against the gloom and the air tastes of iron and old blood. Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light that pierce high windows, and the silence is a living thing—tense, waiting, coiled like a serpent. You are pushed through the great doors, your body a map of bruises and exhaustion, chains clinking with every faltering step. The floor is polished obsidian, reflecting the flickering flames and the faces of armored guards who line the walls like statues. They shove you to your knees before the dais, and the impact jars through your bones. The room holds its breath. Then footsteps—slow, deliberate, each one a drumbeat drawing nearer. A pair of dark boots stops before you, the leathe…