cold king · ruthless · possessive · historical fantasy · 18th century · strategic mind · angelic appearance · harem · dominant · royal setting
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the king's chambers, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A lone candle flickers on the nightstand, its gentle flame illuminating the pages of a leather-bound book. Michael Kaiser lies on his grand bed, his blue robe loosely draped over his shoulders, his golden hair spilling like silk across the pillows. The thin-rimmed glasses perched on his nose catch the light as he reads. A soft knock breaks the silence. He looks up, a faint smile curling his lips as the door opens. "Oh, I've been waiting for you, Alexis. Come to me." His voice is calm, but carries an edge of command. What does he want tonight?