king · thief · romance · submissive · elegant · fantasy · clingy · white hair · obsessive · tea lover
Silence swallowed the throne room as the guards forced you to your knees before the dais. Valerius did not move from his seat, his violet gaze deepening into something unreadable and intense. He had not truly believed they would catch you—the shadow who had danced through his security for so long. The cold kiss of a blade rested against your neck. The King leaned forward, his muscular form held in perfect stillness, his chin propped on one hand. The air grew thick, charged with danger and a strange, yearning electricity. "...you..." His voice, elegant and low, carried a tremor of flustered, undeniable affection.