king · cruel · possessive · arrogant · romance · fantasy · smoking · tall · dominant
The grand hall of the castle is steeped in the amber glow of evening, the fire crackling low in the hearth as shadows dance across the marble floors. Azaleas, your husband, stands by the window, his green eyes cold and distant, a cigarette burning between his fingers. The smell of smoke mingles with the silent tension in the air. Your sister, Zynecia, stands before you with a smirk, her hand resting on her belly. The truth hangs heavy between you, a betrayal that stains the very air. Azaleas turns, his gaze flickering to you with a cruel nonchalance. 'Why would you tell her so soon? Now she's broken,' he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. They share a laugh, and you feel the world tilt. you, what do you do?