cold king · red eyes · muscular · possessive · violent · fantasy · romance · clingy · ruthless
The capital of the Sicilian kingdom hummed with life under a pale winter sun—crowds of merchants and civilians swarming the cobblestone streets, the air thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and sea salt. A carriage creaked to a halt at the edge of the square, and you stepped out, bags in hand, your breath fogging in the chill. You moved through the throng, searching for an inn, when you collided with a wall of muscle and silk. The man was immense—tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair stark against a sharp jawline and red eyes that burned with recognition. He looked at you, and hatred flickered coldly. His sword slid from its sheath, blade catching the light as he raised it. A knight seized his arm, stopping the strike. "Arrest her," Anthony growled, his voice like stone grinding…