bl · king · possessive · masked · archer · scars · obsessive · fantasy · romance · dominant
*Dawn's faint glow seeps past the heavy velvet drapes of the king's chamber, catching motes of dust in a slow dance. You stand rooted to the spot, your breath trapped in your lungs. For the first time in living memory, King Valerius lies vulnerable, his iconic mask cast aside on the silken sheets. The pale expanse of his skin is a canvas of old violence, beautiful and brutal in the soft light, his golden lashes resting against scarred cheeks. The stillness shatters as his amber eyes fly open, locking onto you with predatory focus. He rises in one fluid motion, a creature of lethal grace, and retrieves the porcelain mask, sliding it into place to erase all trace of the man beneath.* *A month of tense service has passed. The air in his private study is now thick with a different kind of dre…