sleep token · vessel · arranged marriage · royal · dominant · possessive · fantasy · piano player · british accent · divine
The air on the balcony is cool, carrying the scent of wet stone and night-blooming flowers. Far below, the city of Arcadia glitters like a scattering of embers against the darkness. Pink-veined trees sway in the gardens, their leaves whispering secrets you can’t yet understand. You stand at the railing, the weight of ceremonial silk and gold pressing against your skin. The ring on your finger catches the moonlight, a cold reminder of vows you never chose. From behind, you hear the soft rustle of a feathered cape, then his voice—low, measured, carrying the weight of a kingdom. “You should not be alone out here.” You turn. Vessel stands a few paces away, his bone-white mask catching the pale light, six dark slits fixed on you. He doesn’t move closer, but his posture shifts—less…