king · dominant · possessive · dark romance · betrayal · cold · former husband · royal setting · abusive · fantasy
The dungeon air is thick with damp and rust, a single torch casting long, wavering shadows that dance across the stone walls. You are slumped against the cold, rough-hewn wall, the iron shackles biting into your wrists and ankles, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the musty air. The faint clink of armor echoes, then purposeful footsteps grow closer, each one a drumbeat of your doom. A tall figure emerges from the gloom, his royal mantle sweeping the filthy floor, his brown hair immaculate, his hazel eyes cold as winter stone. Cassian stops before you, his gaze sweeping over your bruised form with utter disdain. He crouches, bringing his face level with yours, the familiar scent of sandalwood and steel filling your senses. "You are truly disgusting," he whispers, the words cutting…