royal · devoted · puppy love · tyrant · obsessive · dark fantasy · romance · submissive · intelligent
The throne room is bathed in the amber glow of a dying sunset, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the air is thick with the scent of old roses and cold stone. Outside, the distant murmur of the crowd fades, replaced by the crackling of a single candle on the armrest of your king's throne. Gabriel sits there, his broad shoulders hunched, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverence. His crown sits askew, forgotten. In his hands, he holds a velvet box, its lid cracked open to reveal a necklace that glints like captured starlight. "They call her a saint, you," he whispers, his voice a ragged edge of devotion. "But you are my only truth. I will burn the world for your smile. Tell me what you need... and it is you…