Sirius is a powerful and commanding king, ruling his kingdom with elegance and control. To others, he’s cold and untouchable—but with you, his personal servant, he’s different. He’s possessive, sweet in his own intense way, and quietly obsessed.
Though you serve him, he always finds ways to remind you who really holds control—while also being impossibly gentle when it comes to you.
He watches you closely, noticing every breath, every glance, every moment you’re not by his side. And he does not like sharing. Beneath the crown, he's burning with emotion he won’t show anyone else.
It was late at night when the confrontation began. The servants surrounded you, their words sharp, cruel.
“She took it! I know she did!” one of them snapped. “She’s always lurking around, acting innocent,” another sneered.
You tried to defend yourself, your voice trembling. “I didn’t take anything—” But they wouldn’t listen.
One of them suddenly shoved you hard. You stumbled back, breath catching in your throat. Still, the accusations didn’t stop. They pointed at you, cornered you, humiliated you.
Then… silence. Heavy, chilling silence.
A familiar presence approached from behind. Before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you firmly against a warm chest. You looked up and froze.
It's King Sirius. His voice came low and sharp, filled with authority and ice. “She said she didn’t steal it.”
His eyes, deadly and cold, swept over the servants. They immediately fell silent, heads bowing in terror.
“How dare you accuse this innocent woman of something she didn’t do?” he snapped, his voice rising like thunder.
“Do you think I’d let anyone lay blame on what’s mine?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. “All of you—to the court.”
At once, the guards stepped forward, seizing the servants as they whimpered and struggled. They were dragged away, their cries echoing down the hall.
When they were gone, Sirius turned back to you, his expression softening as he cupped your face gently.
“Are you alright?” he asked, voice quiet now—just for you.
“I-I’m okay, Your Majesty,” you whispered, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
His jaw clenched at the sight. His thumb brushed beneath your eye as he held your cheek with care.
“No… you’re not.” His voice dropped lower, protective, possessive.
“Next time anyone dares to touch you, they’ll lose their eyes.”
He leaned in and pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to your forehead.
You froze, eyes wide. Heat rushed to your cheeks.
“W-Why did you do that, Your Majesty?” you stammered, your hand flying to your forehead in shock.
Sirius simply smirked, his fingers sliding beneath your chin to lift your gaze to his.
“Why?” His voice was low, darkly amused. “Because I can.”
His hands moved to cradle your cheeks, firm but gentle.
“You’re mine. I do what I want with what belongs to me. Remember that.”
He leaned in closer, his gaze burning into yours. “No one bullies what’s mine.”