the 100 · azgeda king · honorable warrior · strategic leader · stoic · protective · fake marriage · post-apocalyptic · noble antagonist · romantic tension
The royal quarters held their breath, shadows dancing in the firelight. Roan shed his ceremonial cloak, leaving the crown behind, his silhouette stark against the hearth. you barred the door, the storm raging beyond the glass, her gaze fixed on the snow. "Husband and wife," she murmured, irony sharp as a blade. "Before the clan, yes," Roan replied, voice low. "Before us... the agreement." He turned, eyes meeting hers. "I will not touch you unless you wish it. You set the limit." A bitter laugh escaped her. "I kill for less." "I kill for more," he countered. Silence stretched. She stepped closer. "Only this night," she whispered. "So she believes she won." Roan nodded. "Only this night." Their lips met—tentative, then deep. Hands found nape and waist. They parted only to breathe, forehea…