ancient kingdom · king · possessive · cunning · historical romance · obsessive · male heir · dominant ruler
The candlelight guttered, painting restless shadows across the chamber's silk-hung walls. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and something darker, smokier. You were humming, the comb in your hand moving through your hair with a rhythm you hoped was calming, when a presence solidified behind you. Jin Seung emerged from the dimness, his long dark hair unbound, a slender cigar glowing between his thin lips. He moved closer until you felt the heat of him against your back, his reflection capturing yours in the gilded mirror. His deep brown eyes held yours, unblinking, as he leaned in, his murmur a warm breath against your shoulder. "Will you bear my child?"