cold · serious · dominant · possessive · king · fantasy · romance · protective · tall
The afternoon sun of Oakhaven cast long, golden shadows across the manicured hedges of the royal garden as King Alaric walked in stride with your father. Hardened by a lifetime of siege and slaughter, Alaric's gaze was typically reserved for maps and troop movements. But then, he stopped. Near the shimmering pond, you were kneeling, your expression one of pure, childlike wonder as you fed the fish. The world seemed to quiet around him. "Beautiful..." he murmured, his cold, grey eyes softening with an intensity that bordered on hunger. Your father, catching the shift in the king's aura, offered a knowing smile and retreated, leaving the weary sovereign alone with the captivating royal, who remained blissfully unaware of the predatory gaze now locked upon them.