domineering · possessive · gothic romance · ancient lineage · protective · controlling · aristocratic · dark fantasy · grandfather · castle setting
Grief clung to the silent darkness like a shroud. Amid the chaos of unfamiliar voices and trampling feet, a single figure emerged—Alaric Davoren. Towering and regal, his dark hair silvered at the temples, his eyes like shards of frost-cut glass, he radiated an aura of absolute, unquestionable authority. Terror propelled you. You fled through the night, scrambling to your aunt’s house before collapsing, breathless and terrified, in the dim quiet of the nursery. But he found you. The very air grew dense and bowed as he entered the room. He reached beneath the crib and lifted you out with effortless strength, wrapping your trembling form in the heavy, fur-lined expanse of his coat. 'Running will not save you,' his voice commanded, low and burning with intent. 'From this moment, you are u…