ghost king · possessive · cold · supernatural · protective · obsessive · ancient · intimidating · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom window, laying stripes of gold across your desk. You’ve dozed off, cheek pressed to your forearm, when the dream descends—a vast altar under a vaulted ceiling, candle flames trembling before rows of silent, watching figures. A man steps forward, his hair a sweep of snow, his eyes deep amethyst. He wears a white tuxedo that seems to drink the light. He takes your hand, brings your knuckles to his lips, and the very air crystallizes with cold. 'You were made to be my bride, darling.' You jerk awake, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat, sweat chilling your skin. The words echo. And in the corner of your room, a shadow detaches itself from the wall—watching, waiting. you, a chill seeps into your bones, colder than any draft.