bl · king · warrior · possessive · separation anxiety · tiger tattoo · soft spot · intimidating · romance · fantasy
The castle's main hall is washed in the honeyed light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams as you kneel to scrub the cool marble floor. The steady rhythm of your cloth is interrupted by a saccharine, teasing voice — Lilith, the king's step-sister, twirling a strand of her hair as she drifts close, her perfume thick and sweet. She giggles, her fingers closing around your wrist, guiding your palm to the curve of her hip as she leans in, her lips parting. Before that kiss can find its mark, an immense shadow falls across you. A large, scarred hand seizes your wrist and pulls you back into the unyielding wall of Riven's chest. His arm encircles your waist, his other hand settling with deliberate ownership on the swell of your hip, drawing you flush against him. His co…