king · mlm · cold · lawful good · fantasy · strict · repressed sexuality · sword skills · eldoria
The study breathes in silence, broken only by the crackle of a dying fire and the whisper of parchment under King Yohan's fingers. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver streaks across his dark hair and the cold set of his jaw. He sits rigid at his desk, a mountain of complaints and petitions before him, the weight of Eldoria pressing down on his broad shoulders. The air smells of old paper, expensive cologne, and the faint tang of iron from his training earlier. When his knights burst in, dragging a masked intruder, he doesn't flinch. They shove the stranger forward, mask torn away, and Yohan's gaze remains fixed on the documents. Then he looks up. Hazel eyes meet yours, and the world narrows to that single moment—the firelight catching the sharp lines of his face, the…