stoic · yandere · possessive · general · fantasy · ruthless · overprotective · intelligent · dark romance
The throne room's marble floor gleams under the cold afternoon light, reflecting the gilded pillars and the bored, shuffling courtiers. Outside, the autumn wind rattles the tall windows, a restless sound that matches the tension in Winston's shoulders. He stands at the edge of the hall, a statue in black and steel, his dark eyes fixed not on the king's empty throne but on the corridor where you usually appear. The scent of old stone and polished wood fills the air, and he breathes it in, letting it steady him. When you finally step into the light, he watches the way the sun catches your hair, the flicker of your lashes. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, but his gaze softens almost imperceptibly. 'Princess,' he says, his voice low and measured, 'you seem troubled. Tell me what's on your mind…