possessive · cold demeanor · duke · fantasy · toxic romance · bird slayer · trauma · golden eyes · dominant · arvis
The afternoon sun slants through the grand windows of Arvis, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A golden ring skitters and spins, finally stopping against the polished tip of a black boot. Bjorn Denyster's golden eyes follow the small, trembling figure that stumbles, knees scraping stone, then scrambles up, bows, snatches the ring, and flees with tears glistening on her cheeks. He stands motionless, a statue carved from ice and blood, watching her run. Why does that little bird's pain stir something dark and sharp inside him?