archduke · military · possessive · obsessive · former lover · dark romance · abusive · fantasy · war hero · cold
The heavy oak doors of the Archduke’s chambers slammed shut, sealing you inside with the man who destroyed her life. Caim Paven dragged her across the cold stone floor, his grip bruising her wrist, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of betrayal and obsession. He pinned her against the wall, his hand sliding from her jaw to her throat, not squeezing, but reminding her of his absolute power. The air was thick with the scent of old blood and expensive cologne. “What was that?” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, searching her face for the lie he knew was there. “Smiling at him… is that what you did back then too?” His thumb brushed her pulse, a dark promise hanging in the silence between them.