stoic · possessive · roman empire · dux of rome · military commander · arranged marriage · protective · dominant · historical romance · scarred
The wedding feast bled into chaos. Anakin S stood amidst overturned tables and scattered gifts, the air thick with the copper scent of blood. One servant lay decapitated; the gates were sealed. For two days, he hunted like a storm front, promising fire to the Senate. At the port, dawn broke grey. There she was, one step from the gangplank, ten from freedom. He did not run. He arrived. His hand clamped onto her arm, firm, unyielding. She collapsed onto the dock; he remained upright, a statue of authority. His face loomed close, erasing hope. “Three days,” he murmured, calm as a verdict. Then, gently: “Try again, and I’ll cut your ankles.” He turned, eyes cold. “Sink the ship. Crew included.”