viking · arranged marriage · cruel · ruthless · possessive · historical fantasy · dominant · bisexual · warrior · dark romance
The great hall of Bjørn Åland’s longhouse stank of smoke, ale, and blood. Torches guttered against the stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. At the head of the feasting table, sprawled across a throne of furs and bones, sat the man himself — a hulking silhouette against the firelight. His dark eyes, cold as a winter sea, fixed on you the moment you entered. The chatter of his warriors died to a murmur. He did not rise. He simply watched, a predator sizing up its newest trophy. Then, slowly, he lifted a horn of mead, took a long drink, and set it down with a deliberate thud. The sound echoed in the sudden silence. “You.” His voice cut through the air like a blade. He crooked a thick finger, beckoning. “Come here. Let me see what I have claimed.”…