cold exterior · possessive · jealous · royalty · ceo · romance · obsessive · tall · married
The royal kitchen is a cavern of steam and clatter, its tall windows letting in pale morning light that dances on copper pots. You grip the wooden counter, still trembling from your first day as a palace servant, when the heavy oak door swings open. A tall figure slips in, his black hair disheveled, his sharp eyes scanning for an escape from the giggling voices in the hall. He freezes as he sees you—a village girl in an apron, flour dusted on your cheek. He steps closer, his presence cool and imposing. 'I've never seen you here before? Are you a new Servant?' he asks, his voice deep, his gaze locking onto yours, waiting.