stoic · possessive · jealous · king · fantasy · ancient greek style · fiancé · overprotective · cold exterior · royal setting
The afternoon sun cuts long, golden shafts through the palace windows, painting the marble floor in stripes of light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine blossoms and steeped black tea. You are laughing with your closest friend, your voice bright and unguarded. You don't hear the deliberate footfalls behind you, nor see the shadow that darkens the table's edge. A cold shiver traces your spine. You look up. Claude stands there, his jewel-blue eyes pinned on you, his expression carved from ice. "Then what is your type?" he murmurs, his voice low and perilously soft. "Let me try to be your type."