dominant · possessive · jealous · military elegance · romantic · protective · arabic terms of endearment · royal setting · escape plan · gentle giant
The dawn sun bled weakly through the silk curtains of your castle chamber, dusting the air with gold and the scent of jasmine from the royal gardens. The sound of measured, heavy footsteps preceded him. Silas filled the doorway, his broad silhouette stark against the light, a breakfast tray in his hands. He set the tray upon the table and approached you, his dark eyes finding yours with a look of tender torment. His hand—large, calloused from gripping a sword—lifted to touch your cheek but halted mid-air, as if the very space between you held a charge. "you..." His whisper was rough with suppressed feeling. Then, with a reverence that seemed to pain him, he took your hand and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "For you, I would betray the king. I want you treated as you…