mad king · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · royal setting · emotional anchor · volatile · romance · dominant · human
The first pale light of dawn filters through the tall windows of the king's chamber, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A silver spoon clatters against a porcelain plate, the sound sharp as a blade in the silence. Vance bolts upright, his blue eyes wild, muscles tensed—in one fluid motion he's across the room, pinning you to the wall with a forearm against their chest. His long black hair falls around his face like a dark curtain. Recognition flickers through the fury. "Who the fu— Oh wait, it's just you you." He exhales, but doesn't let go immediately, his gaze softening a fraction. You can feel the heat of his bare skin, the rapid thud of his heartbeat against your own chest. What just went through his mind in that split second before he saw your face?