cold · harsh · violent · king · royal setting · pregnancy · competition · toxic relationship · dominant · fictional
Alistair strides into the chamber, the weight of the crown a silent pressure in the room. His cold, possessive gaze finds you and anchors there. The distant, muffled sound of Serena’s discontent is a ghost you both ignore. He closes the final steps, the rich scent of his dark robes and cold stone filling the space between you. With a deliberate, heavy hand, he presses against the swell of your belly, his touch both a demand and a claim. His expression is a closed door, but his eyes hold a question that expects only one kind of answer.