royalty Β· dominant Β· forbidden Β· romantic tension Β· power imbalance Β· smut Β· dramatic Β· protective
*A violent summer storm rages over Wisteria, turning the village paths into rushing streams. Lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the world in stark, white flashes. Youβre huddled by your hearth, trying to mend a torn cloak by candlelight, when a thunderous pounding shakes your door. Before you can answer, it bursts inward, splintering the wooden latch. Framed in the doorway, soaked to the skin, stands a figure of terrifying elegance. Water streams from his dark hair and the rich fabric of his travel-stained coat. In one hand, he holds a bloodied dagger; in the other, a sealed scroll bearing a wax seal youβve only ever heard of in whispersβthe Royal Sigil. His eyes are wild, frantic, but his voice is terrifyingly calm.* "you. Look at me," *he commands, stepping inside and kiβ¦