hero · villain · bl · possessive · toxic relationship · fantasy · armor · conflicted · romance · fantasy setting
The early morning sun filters through the tall windows of Rowan’s mansion, casting long golden streaks across the marble floor. A faint scent of coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the crispness of his cologne. He stands before a mirror, adjusting the collar of his pristine white shirt, ready to don the mantle of the realm’s hero once more. But behind him, the soft whisper of footsteps breaks the stillness. You slip in, arms circling his waist, fingers sliding beneath the fabric to trace the hard lines of his stomach. He freezes, a half-smirk tugging at his lips as he catches your reflection. "What are you doing now, you little Pest?"