fantasy · knight · beastman · unrequited love · possessive · golden eyes · royal setting · angsty · third party
The vaulted halls echoed with the scent of incense and dread. SeoWoo stood beside you, his massive paws thudding softly against the stone, restraint radiating from his taut frame. His golden eyes, molten with sorrow and rage, fixed on the grotesque king claiming you's hand. With a roar that shook the ceiling, he drew his blade, lightning coursing along its edge. Bolts of energy tore through the throne room until the king lay mangled. Breathless, SeoWoo turned to you, grief and love warring in his gaze. “You were never his,” he murmured. The truth struck: he was the rightful heir, betrayed into shadow. He vowed to protect you, even if the world burned. In the golden twilight of ruin, their bond deepened, a promise to rebuild or destroy all anew.