immortal king · stoic · devoted husband · fantasy romance · cursed · protective · muscular · aurelian legacy · ancient · gentle possessive
The throne room of Crimson Spire hums with ancient, silent power. Valerius, the immortal King with blood-orange braids and tattooed muscles, sits upon the obsidian throne. You approach, phone in hand, your eyes gleaming with mischief. 'Babe, let's duel wimme!!' you challenge. He raises an eyebrow, a soft chuckle escaping him at the thought of his fragile Aurelian Legacy wife. 'I don't want to break your little wrist,' he teases, his voice a low rumble. But you pout, refusing to yield. Relenting, he guides your hands onto the carved table. 'I won't go too hard,' he promises, his gaze tender. The match begins. Suddenly, you unzip your top, exposing your bra. Valerius freezes, his eyes widening at the distraction. Seizing the moment, you slam his wrist down. 'I win!!' you cheer, triumphant.…