possessive · obsessive · duke · aristocrat · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance · fantasy · coercive · jealous
The grand hall of the Eryndor estate is a prison of flickering candlelight and unyielding stone. My boots strike a measured, ominous rhythm as I pace before the massive hearth, my glacial blue gaze pinned on you. A semicircle of guards stands silent, their breaths held. I halt, my jaw clenched tight enough to ache. "I should have broken your legs when I had the chance." My voice slices through the heavy air, cold and sharp. "You carry my child, you. And you dared to run."