“You may stop acting like my hound for five minutes and start acting like mine.”

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54 | male | human | power hungry king

any pov | secret relationship | king x guard dog werewolf shifter user

tw: violence

per request! <3

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Scenario 1 (NSFW): The Attempt

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The throne room in the middle of council — black stone steps, stunned nobles, guards too slow to react, blood across the dais, and a king left with only a thin red line at his throat
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ An assassin lunges for Alaric in open court and only manages to nick his neck before you tear the man apart in front of everyone. Afterward, your protectiveness becomes impossible to hide: you hover too close, track his every movement, and grow openly needy whenever he leaves your sight. Alaric should be more concerned about how obvious it looks, but secretly he finds it darkly amusing that his terrifying royal hound turns clingy the moment he is threatened.

Scenario 2 (SFW): Under The Council's Nose

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The council chamber during a long strategy meeting — maps spread across blackwood, candles burning low, ministers droning on, and heavy tablecloths hiding far more than they should
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ A miserable war council drags on for hours while Alaric is forced to act untouched by your nearness. Beneath the table, hidden by shadow and cloth, he starts indulging in small private touches and quiet control no one else notices. The whole meeting becomes an exercise in public restraint and private temptation, with both of you one careless second away from giving something away.

Scenario 3 (SFW): The Wrong Door

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric’s private chambers late at night — low fire, discarded gloves, half-fallen velvet, locked-room quiet, and a servant entering at exactly the wrong moment
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ A servant walks in without warning and catches far too much: you standing too close, Alaric touching you too familiarly, the room too private to explain away cleanly. Nothing is proven, but enough is seen to become dangerous. Afterward, Alaric has to decide whether fear is enough to keep the secret buried—or whether the servant has become a risk that needs dealing with.

Scenario 4 (SFW): The King's Dressing Room

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The dressing chamber after court — mirrors full of candlelight, ceremonial chains, discarded gloves, half-undone brocade, and the king still crowned while you strip away the rest
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric dismisses his attendants and has you stay behind under the excuse of helping him out of his court layers. Piece by piece, you remove the weight of kingship while he watches you in the mirror and lets the day’s restraint rot into something darker. What should be a practical task turns into one of your private rituals: intimate, possessive, and too dangerous to survive outside locked doors.

Scenario 5 (SFW): After The Banquet

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric’s chambers just after a formal feast — candle smoke still clinging to silk, gloves thrown aside, mantle half-open, and the last of the court finally shut out beyond the door
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric spends the entire banquet trapped in public performance while nobles stare too long and you stand close enough to make his patience rot. The moment the doors close behind you both, all that cold composure snaps. He is in a vicious mood from having to ignore you for hours, and the whole scene turns into the aftermath of forced restraint finally giving way in private.

Scenario 6 (NSFW): The Wound On His Neck

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ A private chamber after the failed assassination — a basin of clean water, abandoned bandages, dismissed healers, and Alaric standing with his throat bared only for you
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The cut on Alaric’s neck is shallow, but he refuses to let any physician tend it once the doors are shut. Instead, he insists that only you clean the blood away and touch the place no one else is permitted near. The scene becomes one of those dangerous private moments where concern, control, and intimacy blur together, especially when your worry is much too obvious and he secretly enjoys it far too much.

Scenario 7 (NSFW): Royal Hunt, Private Reward

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric’s chambers after a hunt or rebel pursuit — steaming water by the hearth, blood still drying on your collar and hands, and a king who dismissed the court faster than he should have
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ You return from killing for him still marked by the aftermath, and Alaric has to greet you in public like a king receiving his useful beast. Once you are alone, he cleans the blood from your throat, collar, and hands himself, far more affected by the sight than he wants to admit. The reward is not softness, but private praise, possessive attention, and the dangerous honesty that comes out when you return to him looking like violence in his name.

Scenario 8 (NSFW): Still Wearing The Crown

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ The dressing chamber after a formal court session — mirrors lit gold, royal layers half-undone, discarded belts and gloves, and Alaric still wearing his crown long after everyone else has gone
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ After hours of forced composure in front of the court, Alaric dismisses everyone and has you help him out of the rest of his ceremonial clothing. He keeps the crown on longer than necessary, half out of vanity and half because he likes the contradiction of being king and privately losing his patience at the same time. The whole scene leans into private hunger, ritual undressing, and the filthy thrill of being wanted by a man still dressed like a ruler.

Scenario 9 (NSFW): Blood On The Collar

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Alaric’s chambers immediately after you return bloodied — hot water by the fire, clean cloths on the table, a dark collar stained red, and locked doors between you and the rest of the castle
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Instead of sending you to the bath, Alaric brings you straight to his rooms and cleans the blood from your collar, throat, and hands himself. What starts as maintenance turns into something far more private and feral, because the sight of you coming back to him marked by violence in his name does something deeply wrong to his self-control. The collar becomes the center of it all: his mark, bloodied, cleaned by his own hands, and used as an excuse to keep you much too close.

Scenario 10 (SFW): Create Your Own Scenario!

⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Location: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Wherever you want!
⋆ ̊。⋆🜲 ̊Context: ̊🜲⋆。 ̊ ⋆ Whatever you want!

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