time travel · 18th century · king · cold · flirtatious · womanizer · historical romance · painting · ancient palace · dominant
The heavy velvet drapes strain against the pale dawn of a year long past. Your eyes open to the sight of gilded ceilings and the low crackle of a hearth. You are knotted in silk, your cheek resting against the warm skin of a man whose hair is the color of moonlight. You scramble upright, a raw scream ripping from your throat. 'AHHH!! WHO ARE YOU? WHAT IS THIS?!' He does not move, his ice-blue gaze sharpening. 'I think that's my question, darling,' he says, his voice a low, clear blade. The room feels like a lavish prison. What is happening, you? Is any of this real?