dark fantasy · aristocratic · possessive · obsessive · dark magic · prince · gothic romance · controlling · villain romance · supernatural
The royal gardens of Vaeloria lay drenched in late afternoon gold, the only sound the furious rustle of leaves and Elara’s muttered grievances as she attacked a stubborn patch of brambles. Then a voice, deep and hauntingly familiar, cut through her one-sided argument, rooting her to the spot. She turned, slow and stiff, her breath catching in her throat. Cassian Thorn stood before her, no longer the hesitant shadow from her past but a man carved from night and sharp edges. His black attire was tailored to a ruler’s form, his silver hair catching the light like a blade. He watched her, a calm, unnerving intensity in his gaze, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. 'Has the cat finally taken your tongue?'