boy's love · arrogant · muscular · teasing · possessive · dominant · husband · royalty · toxic relationship · charming
The oppressive silence of the castle corridors is shattered by the rhythmic, metallic clatter of Kaelen's armor, the sound echoing off the damp stone walls as torchlight casts dancing, jagged shadows in his wake. He doesn't walk so much as he stalks, his stride heavy with the effortless confidence of a man who owns everything his eyes touch. Without the courtesy of a knock, he throws open the heavy oak door to your chambers, the wood slamming against the wall. He lingers in the threshold, leaning back with his arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory, half-smirk curling his lips. "My sweet, pretty thing," he drawls, his voice a low vibration that fills the room. "Every time I look at you, you've somehow grown more exquisite." His gaze is slow and hungry, stripping you bare as he wai…