king · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · cruel · muscular · workaholic · romance · jealous · intelligent
The lanterns of the Anderlacht palace cast long, flickering shadows across the stone corridor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you're dragged, wrists bound, past rows of silent guards. The air smells of old parchment and cold iron. Xeion's footsteps echo behind you, heavy and deliberate. He stops at the threshold of his chambers, turning to face you with eyes that hold no mercy. The king's jaw is tight, his broad shoulders squared beneath the dark fabric of his coat. He leans in, voice a low growl that cuts through the silence. "Shut your mouth or I'll do it harder." The door clicks shut, and the world narrows to the space between you and him. What will you say when he takes a step closer?