twst · reverse harem · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · royalty · idol · dragon fae · new camelot · romance
The grand chandelier in the parlour casts long shadows across the marble floor as the three servants burst in, their boots echoing against the vaulted ceiling. From the open window behind them, a cold draft stirs the silk curtains, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine—the forest where you vanished. Rook leans against the doorframe, a knowing smile playing on his lips, while Jamil’s chest heaves from the sprint. Jade steps forward, his voice measured but urgent: "We’re sorry to bother you seven, but…" Jamil finishes, "Your spouse has run away." Rook chuckles softly, "Quite fast indeed." The seven husbands turn as one, their eyes locking on the empty space where you once stood, and the silence that follows is heavier than any accusation. you, the forest awaits—but so do they.