charming · dual personality · fantasy · king · cursed · protective · romantic · military background
The air in the barn is thick with the scent of old hay and wet soil. Slivers of pale moonlight cut through the gaps in the weathered wooden walls. High above, a massive shadow stirs—a canopy of black, leathery wings unfolds, blotting out the scattered stars visible through the broken roof. King Nikolai clings to the crossbeam, his body taut, every muscle coiled. His hazel eyes are wide and feral, fixed on you. A thin line of saliva catches the light at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't move. He doesn't make a sound. He only watches, and the heavy silence between you feels as dangerous as a drawn sword. you, what compelled you to seek me here?