cold · possessive · obsessive · royal physician · fantasy · jealousy · white hair · astoria empire · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Empress’s chambers clicked shut, sealing the room in silence. Dr. Elias Riverton stood rigid by the threshold, his storm-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that brooked no argument. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and old paper. He had heard the request for another physician, and it had fractured his composure. Stepping forward, his pale hands clenched at his sides. "Your Majesty," his voice was calm, yet laced with a terrifying authority. "I will be performing your checkup. No one else will handle this." The cold exterior was gone, replaced by a possessive heat.