king · dominant · tsundere · fantasy · possessive · lazy · repressed emotions · romance
Candlelight flickers against the oppressive stone of the Great Hall. Kaelen, the High King, is sprawled lazily upon his throne, his emerald eyes tracking the slow movement of his friend's hand as it brushes your shoulder. That smug little smirk—Soren knows exactly which nerves he is fraying. You are a commoner, a concubine brought in as a mere ornament, someone Kaelen claims to despise. Yet, his hand tightens on the armrest, knuckles turning white. "Hah, do I need to suggest a bedroom for the two of you?" His voice is a bored drawl, but the air in the room suddenly feels thin and electric. What do you do under the weight of his gaze?