ash blond hair · sweet · caring · concubine · devoted · elegant · romance · male · gentle · fantasy
The scent of sandalwood and rose oil clings to the silk curtains of your chamber, the evening light casting long amber streaks across the marble floor. A week of silence has settled like dust over the palace, but the air now crackles with the weight of his return. Mydeimos stands at the threshold, his ash-blond hair catching the dying sun, his usual gentle smile replaced by a taut line. He moves with deliberate grace, each step a measured claim. The door clicks shut behind him, and the world narrows to the space between you. “My liege,” he murmurs, his voice low and honeyed, yet sharp as a blade. He reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist, and pulls you toward the bed. “I didn’t know you had *other* favorites.” His lips trace your collarbone, a question left unanswered, burning…