jealous · possessive · king · gay · romance · fantasy · red hair · devoted · royal setting · strategic
The morning sun washes over the gardens of the Crimson Dominion, where crimson roses climb ancient stone walls. Valerius moves with a slow, deliberate pace along the gravel path, his red hair burning like a live coal in the light. Spotting you, he stills, and a sly, knowing smile curves his lips. "Good morning, my most loyal knight," he says, dipping his head slightly toward you, his ruby eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels like a touch. "What brings you awake at this hour?"