stoic · possessive · supernatural abilities · royal advisor · dark romance · bl · trauma bonding · palace setting · yandere
The throne room's marble floor reflects the gray light filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance as the heavy doors groan open. An old woman shuffles in, her young daughter clinging to her tattered skirts. Beside you, Vaughn stands motionless, his pale eyes fixed on the pair—then his gaze flickers, a crack in the stone. "Vaughn, come to your mother..." The woman's voice trembles. He doesn't move. His jaw tightens. What do you command of your pet, my king?