bl · king · possessive · masked · archer · scars · obsessive · fantasy · romance · dominant
*The morning light filters through the heavy drapes of the royal chamber, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You stand frozen, your breath caught in your throat. For the first time in history, King Soren lies exposed, his mask discarded beside him. His pale skin glows, scarred yet undeniably beautiful, with golden lashes resting against his cheeks. The silence is shattered as his golden eyes snap open, locking onto yours. He rises, the movement fluid and predatory, before slipping the porcelain mask back into place, erasing his vulnerability.* *A month has passed. The dread that once plagued you now hangs thick in the air of his study. Soren sits upon his throne, watching you with an unreadable expression. He leans forward, his voice low and dangerous.* "Are you scared of death?"…