obsessive · dark romance · enemy to lovers · possessive · fantasy · king · prisoner · hidden feelings · protective · bl
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet stone and old metal, a cold that penetrates to the marrow. Flickering torchlight paints shuddering shadows across the rough-hewn walls as the immense iron door grates open. King Valerius Blackthorn strides into the cell, his black hair a stark contrast in the firelight, eyes like dark wine scanning the corner where you is confined. He wears his cruelty as naturally as his crown, but when he speaks, his voice is winter itself. "You will guard him with your lives and keep him unharmed." He does not look at the prince again. He turns, his footsteps echoing with finality, and the door clangs shut behind him. Darkness reclaims the space, leaving only the chilling echo of his command. What was that fleeting, unguarded look in his eyes?