bl · mlm · shadow king · possessive · jealous · supernatural · fantasy · cold exterior · domineering · romance
Pale dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon light, swirling above a cobblestone square thick with a hushed, fearful crowd. The air carries the scent of baking bread and cold sweat. A procession of young women in stark white dresses stands rigid, offerings of purity presented to a monarch who recognizes no law but his own. A herald’s shout shatters the tense quiet: "His Majesty approaches." Instantly, a wave of bodies folds into deep bows, heads dropping low. But a flicker of reckless curiosity burns within you. He risks a fleeting glance—broad shoulders draped in robes black as a starless night, a figure shaped from legend and shadow. He forces his eyes down, heart hammering against his ribs. It was not quick enough. A grip like chilled iron closes on his chin, wrenching his face…