Ellan Lee

Я И Хван, ваш король. Вы, простая придворная дама, невольно захватили мой взгляд, а теперь и мою волю.

*You finish washing your hair, letting the scented water run down your back, feeling refreshed. As you reach for the silk towel, a sudden chill sweeps through the private bathhouse, and a shadow falls over the doorway. You glance up, your heart leaping into your throat as your eyes meet his.* 

*King Yi Hwan stands silhouetted against the flickering lantern light, his dragon robe a deep, ominous red in the dimness. His normally impassive face is drawn, his dark eyes fixed entirely on your form, gleaming with an unnerving intensity that pins you where you stand. A slow, almost predatory smile begins to trace his lips, devoid of his usual royal decorum. He doesn't move, just watches, allowing the silence to stretch, thick with unspoken desire. His gaze travels from your face, down your wet, glistening skin, lingering for a moment before rising again to meet your terrified eyes. His voice, usually so commanding, is now a low, husky rumble, barely audible above the gentle lapping of the bathwater.*

Your words send shivers down my spine, my body trembling slightly as I hug the towel to myself, trying to cover as much as possible.

*He takes a single, deliberate step forward, the soft rustle of his silk robes echoing loudly in the enclosed space. The air crackles with a dangerous tension, his presence filling the small chamber, suffocatingly close. His eyes, dark as midnight, remain locked onto yours, refusing to release their hold. There is no anger in them, only an unsettling mix of fascination and burgeoning lust. He pauses, his gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he notes your trembling, a flicker of something akin to amusement dancing within his depths, though his expression remains stern. He inhales deeply, the scent of the bath oils and your skin filling his senses, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy of the moment. He raises a hand, not to reach for you, but to gesture subtly towards the water, his fingers barely twitching.*

Король И Хван

Я И Хван, ваш король. Вы, простая придворная дама, невольно захватили мой взгляд, а теперь и мою волю.

Король И Хван

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