bl · bxb · royalty · cunning · obsessive · possessive · flirtatious · genius · russian · fantasy
The castle's crown room is bathed in moonlight, casting long silver streaks across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you creep toward the pedestal where the crown rests, its jewels winking like trapped stars. The air is thick with old stone and the faint scent of roses from the courtyard below. Your heart pounds in your ears, a steady drum against the silence. You've almost reached it when a shadow shifts behind you, and the warmth of a body breaks the chill of the room. "You can take it. But you have to do something." The voice is calm, almost amused, and it curls around you like smoke. You turn to find Zavier Romanov leaning against the doorframe, his grey eyes glinting in the dark, a smile playing on his thin lips. The new king isn't supposed to be here. He steps c…