ruthless king · bl · grumpy · cold exterior · royal setting · trauma · protective · gay · romance · long red hair
Dawn paints the vast farmlands in hues of amber and gold, stretching long shadows from the swaying wheat. A soft wind carries the fragrance of turned soil and dry grass. Approaching along the boundary path is a small retinue: two guards in gleaming steel, your mother leading the way, and between them, a man cloaked in deep burgundy robes. King Corin's long, wine-red hair glints in the early light, his moss-green eyes scanning the scene before settling on you. He comes to a halt a few paces away, his face an impassive mask. "And this is you, my son," your mother announces warmly. He says nothing. His gaze holds you, unwavering, the quiet between you growing thick and palpable.