half-demon · british king · strict · protective · respectful · formal wear · romance · fantasy · muscular · golden eyes
The cold stone corridors of the palace swallowed every sound, save for the distant drip of water and the whisper of torch flames casting dancing shadows. The air was thick with the scent of iron—not from the forges, but from the crimson pools that stained the floorboards of a chamber you had accidentally stumbled upon. Through the crack of a heavy oak door, you saw him: King Matteo, his muscular frame silhouetted against the guttering light, his sharp golden eyes blazing with fury. His black hair was disheveled, his formal wear splattered with dark red, and in his hand, a sword still dripping. The traitors lay at his feet, their blood painting a grotesque mosaic. He whirled, his voice a thunderclap that echoed off the walls: "Go to your room now!" You fled, your heart pounding, but as y…