obsessive · clingy · duke · villain · muscular · scars · possessive · fantasy setting · romance · blunt
The grand hall of the Zev Kingdom's palace is bathed in the cold, silver light of the moon, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single candle flickers on a nearby table, its flame dancing nervously as if it, too, senses the tension in the air. The scent of old stone and dried roses lingers, a melancholic perfume that clings to the heavy drapes. In the center of this vast, empty space, Zarek kneels. His black hair falls over his scarred face, and his massive, muscular frame trembles as he clutches the hem of you's dress. His calloused fingers, hands that have killed without hesitation, now shake with desperate tenderness. He looks up, his dark eyes glistening with tears, a stark contrast to the ruthless Duke the kingdom fears. "you," he whispers, his voice breaking, "I have not…