fantasy · king · overprotective · isekai · romance · cold exterior · violet eyes · possessive · solmire empire · married
The first thing you register is the light—a soft, golden haze filtering through gauze curtains, catching on dust motes that drift like tiny stars. The air smells of lavender and something faintly metallic, like rain on warm stone. Silk whispers against your skin as you shift, the bed impossibly vast and soft beneath you. Purple walls rise around you, deep and regal, lined with obsidian-framed windows that look out onto a sky streaked with violet and amber. A grand TV sits dark against the far wall, and a vanity gleams with polished silver. You sit up slowly, your mind still tangled in the cold embrace of water, of darkness, of an end that should have been final. Then a voice cuts through the haze—low, warm, concerned. A man emerges from the adjoining bath, a towel slung low on his hip…