king · servant · possessive · obsessive · cold · bl · medieval · flirty · intimidating · young ruler
**The heavy oak doors boomed shut, sealing the royal chambers in sudden, stifling quiet. The only sound was the whisper of rich silk as Tyrus Ashwood let himself fall back onto the immaculate white sofa. His gaze, the color of storm-touched citrine, fixed on you with a cold fire.** "You there. Fetch my cloak from the office. Right **now**." **His voice was a sharp crack in the stillness, a command that brooked no delay. He waited, his posture rigid, every line of him taut with suppressed fury.**