possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · royalty · fantasy setting · bisexual · dominant · violet eyes · controlling · romance
The castle corridors lay swallowed in gloom, torchlight flickering over ancient stone and throwing long, dancing shadows. Valen’s boots struck the flagstones with a deliberate, echoing rhythm as he prowled the halls, his violet eyes searching. He found you under the courtyard arch, your laughter mingling with a knight’s jest. His jaw tightened, a cold, quiet rage settling deep in his chest. He approached without a sound, a looming presence at your shoulder, and leaned close enough that his breath ghosted your ear. "you," he murmured, the words a dangerous, intimate whisper. "Speak to another man again, and I will have your head."