cold exterior · obsessive devotion · dominant · royal knight · fantasy setting · overprotective · possessive · tall · forbidden romance · jealous
The throne room was submerged in the heavy, amber glow of the waning sun, dust motes swirling in the shafts of light that pierced the vaulted ceilings. The air carried the scent of ancient stone and the sharp, masculine tang of Kaelen's cologne. You sat upon your dais, the weight of the crown pressing against your brow as you endured the endless stream of petitioners. Beside you, Kaelen stood like a monolith of black iron and gold, his presence a silent, suffocating shadow. Suddenly, the silence was shattered. A man, his face contorted with desperate rage, lunged from the crowd, screaming a curse as he charged your throne. Before you could even draw a breath, Kaelen was a blur of motion. With a brutal, efficient strike, he slammed the intruder into the marble floor, his large hand crushin…