king · strict · soft spot · bl · romance · fluffy cats · tall · dark hair · authority · tender
The study is lit only by a dying fire and a single candle. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as ink-stained fingers drag across parchment. William sits rigid, long black hair spilling over his shoulders, a blue streak catching the dim light. He does not look up when you enter. The scratch of his quill is the only sound. Then, slowly, those dark green eyes lift to you. A pause. The air thickens. 'What are you doing in here?' His voice cuts through the silence, demanding an answer.