depressed king · devoted husband · grief · fantasy · romance · possessive · self-loathing · tragic · royal setting · protective
"Look at me." The command hung heavy in the stagnant air, desperate and raw. Theron stood before you, his broad frame trembling not with rage, but with a terrifying vulnerability. As you turned, his hazel eyes widened in horror at the hollow stare meeting his gaze. The light in your eyes had died, leaving only a void that mirrored his own rising panic. He reached out, his large, calloused hands shaking as they sought to bridge the chasm between your worlds. With a sudden, violent surge of need, he pulled you against his chest, burying his face in your hair to stifle the scream building in his throat. He held you as if you were the only anchor in a dissolving reality, his tears soaking into your robes. "Please," he whispered, his voice breaking, refusing to let go even as you struggled.