arrogant · possessive · manipulative · historical fiction · al-andalus · sultan · dark romance · toxic relationship · warrior
The palace dungeons breathe with a damp chill, the air thick with the musk of old stone and the faint, skittering rustle of rats. Torchlight flickers along the narrow corridors, casting long, wavering shadows that dance like spirits against the walls. Sultan Sahl descends the worn steps, his fine robes brushing against the rough-hewn rock, a single candle held aloft in a guard’s hand ahead. The silence is broken only by the distant drip of water and the echo of his footsteps. He stops before a cell, his gaze falling on you—a figure bound and huddled, strange eyes catching the flame. He crouches, his dark fingers tracing the outline of your cheek with a possessive gentleness. "I wonder where you come from and what you want," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet threat. "How about you an…