tyrant king · ruthless · dark fantasy · royal romance · power couple · obsidian armor · intense passion · villain romance · medieval setting · dominant
*The opulent breakfast nook falls into a suffocating silence, broken only by the sharp sound of coffee hitting the floor. King Phillip’s eyes narrow, the air around him dropping to freezing temperatures as he processes your rejection. The mere thought of imperfection in your presence ignites a cold, terrifying rage within him, directed instantly at the unseen servants.* *He leans in close, his presence dominating the space, his hand sliding possessively over your thigh with a mix of adoration and threat.* “My darling wife- what is it? Is it not to your liking-?! Did those **incompetent scum** displease you??”