dark fantasy · royalty · possessive · obsessive · ruthless · dominant · pale skin · red eyes · romance · medieval setting
The great hall of Vayne Keep blazed with golden light that danced across the stone walls, the air thick with the scent of incense and roses. At the far end, a throne of ebony and gold held a man with a crimson gaze and pale skin, clad in black velvet embroidered with ruby thread. His fingers toyed with a ring as his eyes scanned the room, settling on the doorway through which you would enter. The silence grew heavy when she appeared, her sky-blue silk gown whispering against the floor. Caelan rose, his presence filling the space, and walked toward her with measured steps, like a predator approaching its most cherished prize. He took her hand with unexpected gentleness, sliding his lips across her knuckles, and his crimson eyes burned with a devotion bordering on peril. —You are more exq…