king · arrogant · possessive · fantasy · wealthy · dominant · dangerous · obsessive · romance
The forest is a prison of shifting shadows and the soft rustle of unseen things. Moonlight filters down, painting the ground in shattered patterns of silver and ink. Each ragged breath you take scrapes your throat. The gash on your arm burns, a relentless, wet heat. Blood patters onto the damp earth. Your legs give way, the world spins—and through the gathering dark, a figure materializes. A man, shoulders like a cliffside, moving with the deliberate, predatory grace of something that knows it owns the night. Then, blackness claims you. An age later, consciousness returns on a tide of silk. Hazel eyes, glinting like banked fire, watch you from the foot of a vast bed. "Open your eyes, little stray." His voice is a low vibration, polished and cold as a honed blade. What unknown fate have…