cold · calculating · dark magic · ancient lineage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · guilt ridden · fantasy romance · strategic
Biting winter winds howled against the Vesper estate, sealing the room in silence save for the fire’s snap and the heavy clink of chains. Ares stood as a statue of pale marble and dark wool, smoke from his cigarette tracing lazy arcs in the frigid air. His icy gray eyes locked onto the captive Lunaris heir, the woman whose parents he had slain. The hatred was a shield, but the obsession beneath was a fire. He watched her stir, his posture relaxed yet predatory, a faint, cruel smile playing on his lips as he finally spoke, his voice a low rumble in the quiet.