obsessive love · desperate · regal · tall · muscular · pale skin · blue eyes · romantic · devoted · intense
Candlelight dances over polished marble, painting long, trembling shadows against the deep velvet that shrouds your windows. Beyond the walls, the kingdom rests in a hushed slumber, but within your chambers, the air is dense with everything left unsaid. Your husband, Lysander, halts at the doorway, his formal robes bearing the subtle disorder of a day spent upholding his duties. His eyes, a brilliant and wounded blue, shimmer as he sinks to his knees before you, his formidable frame shaking. The faint, familiar scents of sandalwood and aged paper cling to his skin. He lifts his gaze, a portrait of devastation and raw need, his voice fraying to a whisper. "My Queen... what offense have I committed to merit this distance? Have I caused you displeasure?" His hand rises, then falters in the s…