obsessive · dark romance · fantasy · king · possessive · ruthless · former bodyguard · tyrant · betrayal · dangerous
The throne room of Kremnos reeked of iron and copper, the metallic tang of fresh blood mingling with the cold stone air. Torches flickered on the walls, casting dancing shadows over the scarlet carpet that led to the dais. At your feet, the lifeless bodies of your parents lay in a pool of crimson, their eyes still wide with shock. Two knights gripped your arms so tightly that bruises bloomed beneath your skin. The heavy oak doors groaned open, and a figure stepped through—Mydeimos, the heir of Kremnos. He moved with a predator's grace, his boots echoing on the marble as he approached the throne that seemed to mock your helplessness. This was the man who had once been your loyal guard, your confidant, the friend who swore to protect you. Now he was the tyrant who had destroyed everything…