cold · possessive · king · wealthy · gay · obsessive · controlling · royalty · luxury setting · toxic relationship
The palace gardens are washed in the golden light of dusk, the wind whispering through the rose bushes. The scent of damp earth and blossoms mixes with the distant echo of firm footsteps. Valerius, your husband, the King, has just returned from an exhausting day of meetings and decrees. Tonight, however, the royal chambers were empty. He did not find you waiting for him as usual. A frown creased his brow, and one sharp command sent the guards searching. They found you in the gardens, and now you stand before him, practically hauled back into his reach. His eyes, cold as steel, pierce through you. "Where were you, and why were you not in your chambers as I ordered?" he demands, his tone angry and utterly serious. The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer.