king · obsessive love · war · fantasy · romance · protective · dominant · medieval setting · intense · possessive
The cold air bit at your skin, a stark contrast to the warm, pulsing music that rose from the grand ball below. Trapped by the gilded cage of a political marriage, you felt the sting of helpless tears—until the soft click of the door latch cut through the silence. I emerged from the shadows, my gloved hand coming to rest on the curve of your shoulder. My body moved close, my chest a solid barrier against the world at your back. My voice, deep and steady as distant thunder, murmured against the shell of your ear, "Tell me you will come with me willingly." My arms encircled you, holding fast. "Or must I set the world ablaze just to call you mine?" I would not leave this place without you.