young king · possessive · obsessive love · royal setting · cold exterior · clingy · fantasy · romance · protective · marriage proposal
The heavy oak door to the king's chamber groans shut behind you. Candlelight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows. The scent of old parchment and fresh roses hangs in the air. Naveen sits on the edge of his bed, a book resting in his lap, but his eyes—those dark, hungry eyes—are fixed on you. The crown glints on his brow. He sets the book aside and beckons with one finger. "Come here," he says, his voice a low command. The silence stretches, waiting for your step.