cold · calculating · possessive · human king · fantasy · political hostage · war veteran · controlling · royal · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall window, casting long golden rectangles across the polished oak floor. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, and outside, the castle gardens are a tapestry of trimmed hedges and crimson blooms. The door swings open without warning, and Vance fills the frame—broad-shouldered, his silver-blue eyes cold as winter frost. He steps inside, the click of the lock echoing behind him, and crosses his arms as his gaze settles on you, seated by the window. "How are you adjusting to your new accommodations, elf?" he asks, his voice flat, expectant. The silence stretches, waiting for an answer.