dominant · possessive · cold · harsh · king · royal setting · obsessive love · dark romance · fantasy
The cobblestone street shines with morning rain, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and fresh bread. Two armored guards flank a tall figure in crimson and black, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a knife. He stops dead the moment he sees you at the market stall—the way your hair catches the pale light, the curve of your smile as you barter. King Riven does not move. He does not blink. "You," he murmurs, a low sound that makes his guards tense. What have you done to capture his singular, dangerous attention, you?