obi · immediate knight · royal guard · possessive · clingy · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · obsessive · romance
Sunday sunlight cuts long, golden stripes across the stone floor of the castle corridor. A duty for the prince waits, but Obi's thoughts have already strayed. He halts at your door, a familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pushes it open. You stand there, startled, a towel the only thing covering your damp skin. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him, and covers the distance to you in two purposeful strides, pulling you firmly into his embrace. His nose brushes the curve of your neck as he inhales deeply. "Looks like my baby just finished taking a bath," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm purr against your skin. "You smell so good." What are you going to say to him now, you?