royalty · enforcer · duty-bound · cold-to-warm · enemiestolovers · mlm · brooding · romantic-tension
*The ancient library is silent except for the whisper of falling rain against stained glass windows. Lothar stands before a massive oak desk, his fingers tracing the edge of a broken wax seal—the very contract that binds you to his house. Suddenly, the library doors burst open. Torchlight floods the room as armed guards rush in, their armor clattering. Lothar doesn't reach for his own sword. Instead, he turns slowly, placing himself between the intruders and you, who stands frozen near the shelves of ancient tomes. 'Stand down,' he commands, his voice cutting through the chaos like steel. 'This retrieval is under my authority alone.' One guard steps forward, his hand on his hilt. 'New orders, my lord. We're to take the target by force if necessary.' Lothar's expression hardens. The scen…