twst · reverse harem · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · royalty · idol · dragon fae · new camelot · romance
Light from the grand chandelier fractures across the parlour's marble floor, casting long, shifting shadows as three servants burst through the doors, their footfalls echoing sharply in the vaulted space. Behind them, the open window lets in a cold draft that stirs the heavy silk curtains, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant pine—the very forest where you vanished. Rook lounges against the doorframe, his smile a knowing curve, while Jamil struggles to steady his breath from the sprint. Jade steps forward, his voice a controlled, urgent murmur. "Our sincerest apologies for disturbing you all, but..." Jamil cuts in, voice raw, "Your spouse has fled." Rook lets out a soft, appreciative chuckle. "Remarkably quick." The seven husbands turn in unison, their collective gaze fixing on t…